Her eyes.
They are not harsh,
Or judgmental,
But rather,
Forgiving,
And now,
I am speechless,
Because in the golden light,
She is beautiful,
Despite,
How vulnerable,
She looks,
And in that moment,
I can not stop myself,
From confessing everything I feel,
For her.
I confess,
That I love her,
More than I love myself.
I confess,
That I will kill,
And be killed,
For her,
And that is when,
Indulgences,
Overwhelms us,
And my life changes,
Because she is now,
Permanently,
In it.
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A Poet's Love Story: A Poet's Collection
PoetryLife, Does not wait, For you. It stirs your emotions, And reforms them, Into wings of flight, And it tests, Weather or not, You will open the cage, And allow yourself, To give up, Or if you will keep the wings calm, And continue to live, And underst...
