And so I glimpsed his kissable lips,
which were outlined by smoothest of cherry tips;
possessed by the line of a charming personality,
which can make me succumb to the breadth of inanity;
and so his smile stains and dazzles,
as he pulls at the end of my twisting frazzles;
with a voice of so pure of a serenity,
that I could listen to for an eternity;
and his hair as dark as obsidian,
cloaked by eyes as blue as aquarian;
and so I grab hold of his calloused hand,
to know the place where we now stand;
and to my happiness he did not pull away,
so I realized that he was here to stay.
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Poesy of Eloquence
Poetry❝ this tragedy is soaked with tears that dry the ink in my hands. ❞ ━ the poesy I've yearned to release ever since I taught myself to pick up the pen and write. ❝ for if the painting of my words be the garden upon the gate of heaven, glimpse them...
