Life is going,
people are leaving,
water is flowing,
I am grieving.
The way you speak,
I am immovable,
but somehow weak,
it's provable.
I sit in rain,
you are bright,
no more pain,
rain is daylight.
Your beauty can't compare to the prettiest of days,
if only you knew how much I love you,
I can't explain in enough ways,
you make me red even when I'm blue.
Your eyes are like the deep intoxication of campaign wine,
bubbling with hazing richness and expensive taste,
straight from the vine,
none gone to waste.
I love how the ring around your eyes deepens their colour,
a deep abyss none can escape,
straight from the muller,
sweet as a grape.
If only you knew,
I care too much,
About You.
- Author: Henry Canticle (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: November 27th, 2018 22:07
- Comment from author about the poem: Her eyes trap your soul, in a good way :)
- Category: Love
- Views: 33
Comments1
Wonderful love lorn write Canticle.
Thank you!
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