Favors don't amuse me,
Your love does.
The sparkling ecstasy in your eyes
Speaks everything.
Between this fiendish chaos,
Your soul induces harmony,
Winsomly conquering
over my existence,
I lost all my viability.
My skin hasn't felt your touch
For the longest time,
Petrified by those wild, cold breezes,
All it asks for is your embrace.
My love for you dear,
Which keeps me alive,
Will remain eminent
for which I strive.
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The burning rose (Completed)
PoetryA book of poems Not related to rose. Except one of them. 18 poems which you may or may not relate to. I hope you like it. Pls show some love if you did like them, it would make my day.✌ #thecosmicawards2018
