CONFESSIONS OF A MIND, KURRUPTED

If I am to put down how beautiful your eyes are,

And in numbers outline all your graces,

The age of the future will come to say,

“Nay, this poet is a liar, for such characteristics are not of earthly mortals but of angels”

But I shall blame them not,

For they have seen not that which I have seen,

And they have felt not that which I have felt.

               Oh my light!,

                  Oh my sight!,

                     How you flare so bright!

             

Reviews

[RareRed]

I loved it!!! How wonderful have something so amazing that the words escape us....and yet, here they are to so accurately describe what you are feeling!

[♥ Courtney &hear..]

Amazing! i absolutely loved it! your passion practically jumps off the page. The woman you speak of must be gorgeous, most definitly envied by most.

-Courtney

[Lady Of Darkness]

I liked how you added the last 3 lines to your poem.
it gave it a great effect.
Nicely done.