Looking into your eyes
Is like staring at a mirror
That won't show any reflection.
So tell me why
Why couldn't I find my reflection in your eyes,
When yours are perfectly imprinted on mine?
But then one day,
He seems to have heard my doubts.
So he grabbed my hands and said,
"Eyes, they reflect, they don't show.
And you, live in a place far beyond those eyes.
A place where no one can harm you,
Where no one except me, knows.
There is where my heart is."
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Queen After Dusk
PoesíaI wouldn't exactly call these poetry Because they are more like a collection of words All written by me after dusk For no one and everyone and especially For myself
