Love Epitomized
The poetry that flows from you eyes
Darkened, saddened;
Laced with years of sorrow
When I can't feel you,
See you, hold you,
It seems that tomorrow
Will never show
Atleast, not the tomorrow
Where in bed we may lay
Apart from our emotions
And the passing time; may we die
To never feel the light upon our faces
The windows boarded,
Our eyes averted
From each others gazes
Artificial, like the working machines
May we seem
Outside our utopia;
To glow, steam and lie
Making our imperfections appear
Much more perfect when,
Alone in passion
We ache to feel each others defections.
But with this lust
A whole spectrum of devotion is revealed
From beneath my skirt and between the beats of my heart
Where upon the blank pages
Shall we inscribe our history, through our eyes we may start
In all it's purity and wholesome truth;
Our lives will be written down, starting here
And ending with our never returning youth.
Designed through and through,
Flawlessly admirable;
Everyone's dream to be enjoyed by such a presence
My days will never be half full
One day lost,
Is a day without you
People say love can't be seen,
[Nor can it take a molecular form]
But you, my dear
Are love carved pure and chaste;
Your every curve,
The scars upon your face
Your eyes glaze in disbelief
As I admire your fingers and teeth
In this haven, you have nothing to fear;
For I will not judge you, my dear
With ample time, and plenty to review
It seems as if we'll never get through
But through your eyes--
That looking glass I see
Everything about myself I've always defied
Imperfection is perfection
When viewed by the wise.
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Submission Name: Love Epitomized
