The beauty that you kept as a facade — a consternation of purity and darkness — you would not be so atypical about it when the edges of your mind broke out a fury so disastrous.
But would you ever fear the doubtful tendencies of my broken mind too? I do not think of you as something that weighs more than a destructive burden that pulls me into the greatest lows of the earth's core.
Your beauty? More than a masterpiece that the Mona Lisa could never confide in.
Your love? More than the swaying hypnotism that the Goddess of Love, Aphrodite, could ever curse upon you to lose your charm.
Your grace? More than an offering bequeathed by the gods and goddesses like a stroke of lost luck fished out of the sea of clouds, even so, much of them make it have its loss in life.
You will be the beauty that I wear upon my expression, which smiles upon such forgotten glamor; and I will be the good luck charm that you will wear, like a bedazzling necklace ready to protect you from such evils.
YOU ARE READING
to my future love.
PoetryHave you ever felt the depths of your heart have its groundbreaking display to ever grace the world? It goes with the gentle zephyr to linger within every skip of the lonesome soul, every waltz of such faint fingertips, and every exaltation of sweet...
