As days that have no end go on
I call to them who live in song.
When I feel your warm, soft hand
The room we live now holy land.
Be the moon, glow firm and true,
I do not fear you will find a new.
Your eyes as rich, full to the sky
Your mind, so pure to make me cry.
Our love, a toy we wind and wind
My body, high on love I find.
A Love Unveiled
In the depths of my ailment, a malady unnamed, your touch becomes the soothing balm that eases the ache within. Yet, in the recesses of my silent suffering, I yearn for the warmth of a fevered embrace, a blaze that mirrors the passion coursing through our entwined destinies.
By Eyaquit Zaman Imran4 days ago in Poets
Just Cheryl-Nobody but Cheryl
The invisible game begins The first time I realized I was invisible to most people was at the age of 7. I had been playing with a cousin and another girl who lived nearby showed up. My cousin began to ignore me when I spoke and turned her back on me to play with this other girl. I walked home sad and confused because I did not understand what had just happened.
By Cheryl E Preston3 days ago in Confessions
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