Locking eyes created a burning flame.
The look that lingers across the room,
or silently haunts throughout lifetime frames.
The gaze that wanders through mysteries, of who you might be.
Finding yourself in lingering thoughts,
the mind retreats into dreamscape spots.
Drawing images of creamy gardenias,
Tangled up mazes of wing laced dreams.
Echos from the soul, like quiet thunder, willingly sparks.
Alluring radiance from breath taking oceans and streams.
Weaving canvases of braided devotions,
only from your golden, sun lit beam.
As time folded on, you became the warm center of my vision,
my eyes forever found a path fate seated.
Apr 13, 2025
Apr 13, 2025 at 11:46 PM UTC
Locking eyes created a burning flame.
The look that lingers across the room,
or silently haunts throughout lifetime frames.
The gaze that wanders through mysteries, of who you might be.
Finding yourself in lingering thoughts,
the mind retreats into dreamscape spots.
Drawing images of creamy gardenias,
Tangled up mazes of wing laced dreams.
Echos from the soul, like quiet thunder, willingly sparks.
Alluring radiance from breath taking oceans and streams.
Weaving canvases of braided devotions,
only from your golden, sun lit beam.
As time folded on, you became the warm center of my vision,
my eyes forever found a path fate seated.
Writer's Digest April PAD Challenge Poetry Prompt for April 13, 2025
"Full __" fill in the "blank". I chose to write about the first time meeting my husband, those first moments and looks. How they turned into vows and long lasting commitment to each other through various hardships.
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