I have watched your flushed face;
handsome, troubled, meditating
on something I don't understand.
I have wondered if you are real
or something otherworldly I have conjured up.
There's a rare quality in your air & your grace.
I have beheld your bold beauty;
exquisite moments glimpsed in your electric eyes.
I would choose you. I want you to be free.
A risk I would take every time,
something sweet stirring in the soul.
I can forgive myself.
Transfixed by all that's beautiful,
you try to share it all with me.
You are real because I love you.
What if everything I am is bound up in another?
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'Transfixed by all that's beautiful,'
'What if everything I am is bound up in another?'..
I fear we are all suckers for Nature's prevalence
for all-things: aesthetical decadent, my friend..
such relatable doubt's: you've highlighted - brilliantly
a great read!
Thank you my friend. I feared it was too serious a poem. Thoughts getting in the way of feelings
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