And this haven encases the woes she shoulders,
like her insecurities in the form of towering boulders.
Where I have finally listened enough to surmise,
that she has always been the one to stop my cries.
When did my heart start their rhythmic weaving,
to the drums that these crazy lovers keep beating.
Because I have never felt so utterly secure,
and my heart had never met so much a cure.
And my eyes have never felt so full of life,
amidst this temptation with her, a blissful strife.
And I wish that we could waltz this way forever,
if her hands choose not to tear the breaking lever.
And I wish on my colorful life with her, I should be,
because without her, there is no need for someone like me.
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Poesy of Eloquence
Poetry❝ this tragedy is soaked with tears that dry the ink in my hands. ❞ ━ the poesy I've yearned to release ever since I taught myself to pick up the pen and write. ❝ for if the painting of my words be the garden upon the gate of heaven, glimpse them...
