Book of Poetry

A Living Contradiction

Your eyes look as if they hold a vast sea of knowledge, and yet the simplest things light a spark of childlike pleasure.

You have the confidence of Icarus and his wings, yet you talk about yourself as if you are always already falling.

You pull off undeniable beauty as if you were a majestic snow leopard, yet you hold an underlying tension, like that of snake ready to strike.

If I gave you the strings to my heart I don't know whether you would pull them or wrap them up in a bow, or somehow manage to do both.