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Secret Promise

by hailfabio 

Posted: 31 January 2006
Word Count: 37
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We are forever Trever.
Your whistling whispers,
sweet as strawberries drenched
in honey.
Golden, silent scent of a beautiful woman.
The touch of her emerald eyes,
in my mind every minute.
Oh crap,
I'm doing it again.






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joanie at 17:55 on 31 January 2006  Report this post
Hi Stephen. I love
Your whistling whispers,
sweet as strawberries drenched
in honey.
- a lovely image.

I wondered why you changed from the 'your' in the first part to 'her' emerald eyes. Actually I think I understand; is the writer speaking to someone in particular then his mind goes off onto someone else, a figment of his imagination, a superwoman??

Made me think.

joanie
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hailfabio at 18:53 on 31 January 2006  Report this post
Yes joanie,

the 'Your whistling whisters' is when the speaker is with or talking to the girl, 'Her emerald eyes' is when he's thinking about her.

Stephen
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