my poems / my life
She stairs with passion into the sky
Like the moon glistens, she caught my eye
A silhouette under the street light
Beautiful shadow, stay here a while.
The pinks and golds of the rising sun
Is nothing compared to her
She talks to me in deep thought all night
I know nothing and know this is right.
Eye gaze into hers and see only daze
Unaware of her stature in life
Like the thorns of a rose and that rose blooms tonight
And the glow from the heavens shine their sweet light.
I knew her once in past lives before
It is fate who has told me my fate is hers
I smile at the sight of her smile rise
My friend, my love, my poems, my life.
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