Her EyesA Poem by Dave W.There are some faces you never forget....How can eyes pierce my heart so, with that look I am hers, those hands are now, the habitation of my heart, her face, angelic beauty only written about, how can words describe what my eyes see. Is this a heart attack? A panic attack? It is only the power of her form over my being, I am slayed, happily, I lay my life down. A chance meeting, a friendship formed, a bond created Her mind is beautiful, how can one person have this kind of control. In morning's mind she is there, in dreams she is waiting for me. I am consumed as I consume her image, who was I before, I am dissolved, remade anew. There is not another, that can match her beauty, for it is the thing of myth, of legend, I am Sappho chronicling her image in prose.....
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StatsAuthorDave W.Tigard, ORAboutI love to write poetry and hope that something I create will connect with someone that needs to read it more..Writing
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