I faced her then, my heart ablaze with interest,
Drawn to her shielded eyes, of a glimmering blast.
Hardly onto the farthest front, the exposure of her sight.
Her exquisite naked eyes, revealed to the light.
They sparkled, bright, the flashes burning my sight.
Proven, I was right, to have marvelled long before.
Glimpse, after glimpse, and I only knew a gaze.
Yet, the beholder, resents her remarkable blaze.
I drew her by the hand, to beg the question,
Swam in the daze, of her freckled cheeks,
Their rosy texture, exposed, her smile pasted,
As I made my words.
My conclusion, lighting her face.
A self-acknowledged patient, she finally became.
Oh those moments, when we were one in flames.
I reminisce now, waiting for the same arson.
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PoetryBroken by life's struggles, by love, but yearn to have it back? Blaze through the likely feeling of your emotions with these pieces which tell stories; The kind to make you feel like the spark you had around your dreams or ex-lover exists, but as fa...
