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When I look in your eyes I never want to grow old, I despise all of my silver and gold, and when I look into your heart I see blood like wine you and I we are like cups Filled to the brim with life Glasses running over if you could see yourself Like I see you When I look in your face I see naivety so pure and yet you have a heart That yearns and yearns when I look in your face I see life and love seasons defined The colour of the skies this I see in your eyes but as you get older You will come to know better And all of this beauty Will change and not for the better
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Apr 30, 2018
Apr 30, 2018 at 9:02 AM UTC
Your face - Your eyes
When I look in your eyes I never want to grow old, I despise all of my silver and gold, and when I look into your heart I see blood like wine you and I we are like cups Filled to the brim with life Glasses running over if you could see yourself Like I see you When I look in your face I see naivety so pure and yet you have a heart That yearns and yearns when I look in your face I see life and love seasons defined The colour of the skies this I see in your eyes but as you get older You will come to know better And all of this beauty Will change and not for the better
This is from a short commissioned story that I am near to finishing - It is called 'From Biyadhoo with love' and is about an ageing spies life, and final love before he passes away, all but forgotten.
#love#past#life#time#constant#aging
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Apr 30, 2018
Apr 30, 2018 at 9:02 AM UTC
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