I am no poet
but a hypocrite who marvels how you
Stir a soul as effortlessly as your gaze to mine
An unknowing muse
Dried ink could never match your quiet grace
A living poem
May 23, 2020
May 23, 2020 at 9:29 AM UTC
I am no poet
but a hypocrite who marvels how you
Stir a soul as effortlessly as your gaze to mine
An unknowing muse
Dried ink could never match your quiet grace
A living poem
