Your love roars quietly behind questioning eyes
Saying everything your lips resolve to keep inside
I look away from such power, but I still feel it’s touch
Not sure this door is mine to walk through
Not wanting to claim another’s house.
Beauty is her name, and her dance is subtlety
Reserved in nature it seems she’s not one easy to smile
Yet her heart is warm and gentle
She’s a lover through and through
And her eyes say all her lips could not
But were those eyes meant for me?
With the language that they speak.
Or was it a passerby’s glimpse of
A fellow searching lover?
About the Creator
Tyla
Spiritual. Nomadic. Lover. Warrior. Student and Teacher.
Just trying to create my place in this world.
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