DrGray003's Daily Dose Of Poems

5. A Bliss To Cherish

Her beauty made the sun look cold
No wonder I sweat so much in her presence
No wonder I shiver in fear at her gaze
A look that pieces my very soul
Those crimson eyes of hers
Reflect the colour of her heart
It's a shame her eyes are blind
Blind only to my presence
For she still cannot see me to this day

I yearn to call out her name
Yet I lose my voice every time
Like a child I cannot speak
I mumble sounds that hold no meaning only to embarrass myself
I doubt she even remembers such memories for I am too insignificant to be seen by her crimson peepers
Her bliss is a sight to behold to those with eyes to see

Her lips silkier than silk itself
Perhaps silk was named to describe her lips that I will never kiss
A voice so soothing it clears my ears and eases my worries
If only she could not stop talking
So I may distantly listen forevermore
It's a shame she talks to others who are not me
Her figure fit to be an empress without a crown in this age
If only I could be her king

I find myself so repulsive to see
That I barely see my reflection
So much that I have forgotten how I look
I am undeserving of such divinity
Is she a forgotten angel who
Graced the world with a visit
I see no other reason to explain such a beauty that she is
I see no human giving birth to such perfection

A perfection that I will never have
But one who's sight I will enjoy from a distance because I am a coward