She's a work of art,
an absolute masterpiece.
Hand painted by Aphrodite herself,
made from beauty
she captivated the eye of all.
I tremble in her gaze
for I am not worth even a glance.
Yet she walks to me,
carrying the wake of an ocean
in her eyes.
I melt into her touch
feeling the warmth of her sweet
honeycomb skin.
Out of all the artwork
in the gallery,
I found her to be the most captivating.
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Self Growth
PoetryWhen it comes to my emotions, a pen and paper is all I've ever known. Dedicated to everyone who wonders, if I'm writing about them. I am. "Self Growth" is a book of original works from inside my journal's lightest and darkest pages. Many have no m...
