There’s a light
in your eyes,
it draws me
like a star,
stellar beauty,
calls my heart
to come and dwell
where you are.
There’s a song
in the breeze,
softly sings
of your love,
beckons me
to join you
in the melody
that ascends
to the heavens
upon wings
of songful doves.
There’s a sense
of nostalgia,
and it fills
the deepest spaces
of my heart,
like the smell
of sweet honeysuckle,
opens to fill the evening air,
it draws me
to fatality,
and to your
enticing aroma.
And in this,
I am made aware
of the collusion
between your appeal
and the whole
of creation,
and how
fate conspires
to join
my heart and soul
to you.
Jan 10, 2018
Jan 10, 2018 at 3:07 PM UTC
There’s a light
in your eyes,
it draws me
like a star,
stellar beauty,
calls my heart
to come and dwell
where you are.
There’s a song
in the breeze,
softly sings
of your love,
beckons me
to join you
in the melody
that ascends
to the heavens
upon wings
of songful doves.
There’s a sense
of nostalgia,
and it fills
the deepest spaces
of my heart,
like the smell
of sweet honeysuckle,
opens to fill the evening air,
it draws me
to fatality,
and to your
enticing aroma.
And in this,
I am made aware
of the collusion
between your appeal
and the whole
of creation,
and how
fate conspires
to join
my heart and soul
to you.
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