And when his eyes are locked to mine
And no track is of time,
Like venom I feel through my veins:
The powerful and mysterious, yet ethereal eyes as they stare;
That which gives fidelity a picture,
Dominion over corporeal beauty whatsoever.
The past had said of this love to pass,
This seductive, encapsulating love;
Yet man could not understand it fully at all-
For never they have felt this kind of love,
That is forbidden to separate
By choice or death.
True as this love may be;
Its reciprocity bound by beauty from within and out,
Whether in sunshine or in storm.
And when this love is put to the test, and
To die is inevitably the only way to save it,
Then death is the choice.
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Along the Journey
PoetryThis is a collection of poems and thoughts that run through my mind. Every writing is influenced by my life story and each time I write them, I find a new hope that I may be able to publish some of them some day. This is my first work of art in writ...
