Post by SereneSong on Mar 2, 2009 20:57:01 GMT -8
This is a poem I made about Keith. He was a truest gentleman, the most hopeless romantic, the best writer and the best knock-you-outer I've ever had the honor of interacting with. of calling my family. This poem only fractional described the true essence of Keith, which you can only truely get after simply being in the same room as him.
Keith
A voice as soft and smooth as silk
Blue eyes that burned like fire
Black hiar as dark as a moonless night
Every teenaged heart's desire
A look as fierce as the wondering wolf
A heart more gentle than the lamb
with manner's to rival a gentleman's
He'd always call you "ma'am"
He could put you to sleep with a well-aimed punch
Or maybe a low-pitched song
He laughed along with those he loved
And fought those who did them wrong
His perfect smile could light a room
Although his smile did not come often
He was really more of a 'smirk' guy
Many swoons his smirk had gotten
Through beautiful eyes you could see his soul
And sometimes see his rage
A sickness untold stole his health away
Put this beautiful, wild creature in a cage
In sickness he paced as he was ebbed of strength
Still he told no one to worry
But as his heart began to slow
He told everyone he was sorry
His life was short but meaningful
His soul as stainless as a dove
With all this said it's safe to say
Keith = Love
Keith
A voice as soft and smooth as silk
Blue eyes that burned like fire
Black hiar as dark as a moonless night
Every teenaged heart's desire
A look as fierce as the wondering wolf
A heart more gentle than the lamb
with manner's to rival a gentleman's
He'd always call you "ma'am"
He could put you to sleep with a well-aimed punch
Or maybe a low-pitched song
He laughed along with those he loved
And fought those who did them wrong
His perfect smile could light a room
Although his smile did not come often
He was really more of a 'smirk' guy
Many swoons his smirk had gotten
Through beautiful eyes you could see his soul
And sometimes see his rage
A sickness untold stole his health away
Put this beautiful, wild creature in a cage
In sickness he paced as he was ebbed of strength
Still he told no one to worry
But as his heart began to slow
He told everyone he was sorry
His life was short but meaningful
His soul as stainless as a dove
With all this said it's safe to say
Keith = Love
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