I gaze into your eyes, so deep and blue
Feel your hair, gold as rays of sun ‘fore set.
A line of word on my lips, spak so true,
Both ego and id, they abet. /
The lift of your arm over me
Amor will skip a beat.
Soul bond, a song we sing,
Wild, yet tame and meek. /
The dew of dawn on your skin
Ever more will draw me in.
Ne’er do I wish I had less,
As I sink into you over ‘gain. /
In the past, how it made me weep,
To know of what I need not keep.
Ice on the fire fog in my head,
Your calm is what I seek.
About the Creator
V. N. Roesbon
I have dreamt of being a writer since a young age. In my teenage years I also came to love photography. I typically take pictures of clouds and write poems, but so far I am really enjoying creating for challenges here on Vocal.
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