Her smile, a relic
Her eyes, an artifact
Her gaze the healing my soul needs
Id rest in the bosoms of her warmth
Till Im reborn anew
The only meaning of life I have is you
And yes that meaning is true
Her soft sweet voice calls out to me
I bask in the sight of her beauty
To get to her I’d ascend a thousand realms
I pray her smile never fades
Her heart never breaks
And her love never fails
She deserves happiness, hence the purpose for my existence
If my presence brings her pain then I shall cease to exist
~BLOOMINGDALE
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Author:
Bloomingdale (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Hope you enjoy the read, see you next week…have a lovely day ahead
- Category: Love
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Comments2
Beauty in words is poetry and here it flows. Very nice
Means a lot that you love it, thank you
A very poetic Way to confirm there beauty and your dedication to her, enjoyed the read
Thanks a bunch, I’m glad
You are very welcome
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