White light blinded my sight,
As I stood up,
The radiance was so bright.
I took a step closer,
I saw a man,
He was young, at his fittest,
He was the perfect figure.
He wore a smile,
It reached his eyes,
My heart flushed,
As I continue to stare at it for a while.
He inched a step closer,
Bringing in his masculinity,
His footsteps fascinated me,
One after the other.
My heart raced,
My dream's coming after me,
I was hopeful, add a little bit of grace.
He dashed towards me,
Out of excitement, I closed my eyes,
That's all I could be.
His arms warmed my entire cold soul,
In my houses' hearth,
Never again will I need a burning coal.
His embrace was enough for me,
This was all I dreamed,
this is what I always see.
My hearts' Icon was one swift thief,
He stole my scars, all my grief.
Yet I realized, I still lay on my bed,
This is just a dream,
A fairytale never to be said.
At least as I close my eyes,
I see a glimpse of him.
A peek of his face,
Never a waste.
He was my hearts' Icon,
Although he was just a dream,
A dream within.
Someday I know,
I'll dazzlingly embrace and feel his warmth again on my skin.
He's my hearts' Icon,
An atom of my soul,
He is always the missing piece,
That always made me whole.
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PoesíaIt was then she said: "Words fed, scathed, brought my soul together; and it would be preposterous if I'd get to feel all these sensations alone, so I am giving you a part of my suffering, a fragment of my universe, a debris of myself. Through these...
