Flawless beauty burns my soul, just a crave for a little touch can bring me to my knees, begging for the sensation of having those I love in my arms once again. The beauty of her face, body, and mind brought me to become a better man in mind and soul. I cherished every second with my angel, and I mourn the loss of the moments where we starred lovingly into one another's eyes. She was the light to my world, her aura shone so bright, allowing me too see in this world of darkness. My bleeding heart I held in my hands, offering it to the gods in return for my love. I long for her smiles, her touch and her laugh. Our children grieve the loss of another wonderful soul they called, mother. Yet for the worlds above, I'd fight until my hands were entangled in her hair, or settled in her embrace. Just a touch, just a look, is all I crave for my wife wasn't just a mortal, but a goddess within her mind.
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Broken Poetry
PuisiJust a bunch of my writings, usually dark but there are a few bright ones hidden in there somewhere... I hope you enjoy!
