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*Her brown eyes crept up to me. Delicate and wide. I could see the love of her mother, And pride of her father. A universe stretched out farther then the eye could see, Filled with shining stars, And faceless scars. Her stare had an ingenious beauty. Like a meadowless daisy. Her glare had an artless grace, Like colorless vase. This glow was naive from the broken lives, Wondering on this fallen world. This credulous light, Waiting to be ripped by jealousy. I almost wanted to hold her there, Away from the horrors in life. Far from Apollyon's hands, Like a guardian in the night. Her innocents daring to walk on this thin rope, Called hope. Then, I saw with my waking eyes. A white aisle covered by heavens flowers, Congregations starring at her beautiful smile. Oh, what a lovely mile. For, there I knew Her life was a magnificent design- That wasn't mine. I let her go into the hands of the divine, Where she waits for her Valentine. Oh, Lord I know you will hold her tight, As she waits for her fearless knight.*
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Jan 3, 2016
Jan 3, 2016 at 1:49 PM UTC
The Child's Eyes
*Her brown eyes crept up to me. Delicate and wide. I could see the love of her mother, And pride of her father. A universe stretched out farther then the eye could see, Filled with shining stars, And faceless scars. Her stare had an ingenious beauty. Like a meadowless daisy. Her glare had an artless grace, Like colorless vase. This glow was naive from the broken lives, Wondering on this fallen world. This credulous light, Waiting to be ripped by jealousy. I almost wanted to hold her there, Away from the horrors in life. Far from Apollyon's hands, Like a guardian in the night. Her innocents daring to walk on this thin rope, Called hope. Then, I saw with my waking eyes. A white aisle covered by heavens flowers, Congregations starring at her beautiful smile. Oh, what a lovely mile. For, there I knew Her life was a magnificent design- That wasn't mine. I let her go into the hands of the divine, Where she waits for her Valentine. Oh, Lord I know you will hold her tight, As she waits for her fearless knight.*
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Jan 3, 2016
Jan 3, 2016 at 1:49 PM UTC
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