I like him
Despite his perplexing firgid eyes,
That I found difficult to decipher.
Him, being admirably wise—
While I am just a mediocre.
Captivated by his poise.
The way every words gracefully escape from his perfectly sculpted lips.
He is devoted to his undying
pure passion of serving God.
I can't see myself being
enthralled by other men.
YOU ARE READING
Loving in the Dead of Winter
Poetryloving you is like walking through those sharp glasses. it's getting more painful as I keep going.
