13 October 2017
His eyes, almond like
Gentle as the morning star
Looking for his psyche
Intense, broad shoulders
Guarded of what lies ahead
Scent as lavender
Strong arms to protect
From any kind of trouble
Knight without armor
Someone you'll admire
Will carry you when too tired
Cherish those embrace
But these eyes, they hide
There have lived tragedies
Was left by his bride
Now, too scared to try
Anger still breathes in his eyes
Just need a good cry
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PoetryWhere there is coffee, there is poetry. And there are you. #83 IN POETRY | 4 October 2017 Started: 3 September, 2017 Ended: Jan 2018
