I look into your deep brown gem-like eyes and see a depth of soul so hidden and chase. Your soft hair rings your face like a golden wreath decorating a treasured picture. Your lips are the idea of passion and on them is the angelic voice of inspiration. Your words gently blow through them like a kiss and carry a melodic tone found only with truly gifted musicians. Your skin is soft and perfect as a new snow fall yet it calls out to be touched like the sirens of Greek myth. To see you ..is to know beauty. To walk close to you ...your aura dances like a untamed child. To converse with you is to be brutally humbled. Each time we spoke was a gift, like a little death and a thrill adventure. But then I am reminded that I am a terrible troll, that tragic fool who watches from under a damp bridge as you pass in a gilded chariot with imperial stallions. I would prize the silken favor that tumbles and rolls on the wind to my hand as a feather. You are a lady worthy of epic tales..... I am the pitiful beast that only dreams of you and weeps. You are the unexpected and unpredictable. I imagine love when thinking of you, but speak your name and it is Eris. I bow in defeat and return to shadow.
By Talkingwolf
Soft and warm you brighten my day with your smile.
Your voice rings like a musical echo when i am alone.
And tears fill my eyes when I think that whenever
I am alone....I could be holding you instead. I miss
you.
by Talkingwolf
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