Next to the bank with its smooth seductive curves
myriads of paradox lie by the trickling waters.
There, we meander around and my heart sinks.
Every pile of my painted imagination, the world shrinks.
Across the land, under the moon, is your eyes reflection.
Intense and dark yet hopeful leading to a direction.
City lights and the fragrance set us down to the bridge,
as I wonder why life's living with you is living in the edge.
Before us is the river, solely flowing in the nothingness.
Besides me is the evidence, all about loveliness.
And nothing would be romantic if I'm pressed in to every you.
For our blood is with this shade of emerald blue.
Each masterpiece I have written, the river cries.
There, where I discovered mysteries in your eyes.
Thousands of troubles underneath it yet I enjoyed drowning.
Next to you, what happens next might leave me howling.
YOU ARE READING
My Fallen Affection
Poetry#5 Wordsofwisdom #4 Writings As blissful as I should be and living with extravagant dreams, I yearn and howl for a series of sensations, and peregrinates with vivid imaginations.
