breathless, unspoken beauty;
the first thing I saw were your sparkling eyes;
one. two. three heartbeats;
perplexed, I couldn't breathe.
a myth, they said — shining eyes of glory;
enchanting moment I found your beauty;
through the crowd, silent and lonely;
yet you stood with eyes raised, oh almighty.
I blushed as I snapped from my daze;
too late the hero, I followed your gaze;
staring lovingly, I finally realized;
you've been in love with my friend this whole time.
— Anastacia
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PoetryA compilation of poems about love, reality and distorted fantasy. Thoughts to words - Touch to feelings - Sight to memories - All I can offer to you in writing. - Anastacia Cover belongs to its rightful owners.
