In her eyes burned boldly,
Oh fire and gold,
What wings could not carry,
Her brave soul can hold,
Her hair flowed like legends,
From centuries untold,
The stardust that courses
Through her blood unfolds,
Her lips dripped in crimson,
From all its candor,
In her face grew flowerbeds,
Tingeing for more,
No man dared go near her,
Her force was on rage,
She was all the reasons,
The stars got un-caged,
And when you do see her,
With flames in her hand,
Don't let it fool you,
Force yourself to stand,
For though she's a lion,
Her heart just like yours,
It's kept in a box,
Left waiting in store.
YOU ARE READING
Paper & Ink |#Wattys2016|
Poetry"I am the black on white; the ink on paper." A collection of my nightly thoughts and daydreams. Highest rank: #5 in Poetry. Please enjoy reading and find a friend in one of my works. :)
