With a smile reminiscent to the glow of the moon
And eyes that put a starry sky to shame,
When our sights meet, melancholy and joy become one
And generate a feeling unknown to man;
Melancholy, for the aching burden of not knowing every little thing about you
Joy, for the blessing of the sole vision of you.
No canvas can match the beauty
Of the truest masterpiece.
No orchestra can match the chaste sound of your voice,
A simple "hello" puts my heavy heart to rest.
I pray that the beauty that lies beneath the curtain
Is far greater than what is presented.
My heart burns with an enticing flame
As melancholy and joy meet, creating an emotion unknown to man.
Melancholy, for not being your closest friend
And joy, for the chance to truly get to know you.
Jan 17, 2014
Jan 17, 2014 at 9:16 AM UTC
With a smile reminiscent to the glow of the moon
And eyes that put a starry sky to shame,
When our sights meet, melancholy and joy become one
And generate a feeling unknown to man;
Melancholy, for the aching burden of not knowing every little thing about you
Joy, for the blessing of the sole vision of you.
No canvas can match the beauty
Of the truest masterpiece.
No orchestra can match the chaste sound of your voice,
A simple "hello" puts my heavy heart to rest.
I pray that the beauty that lies beneath the curtain
Is far greater than what is presented.
My heart burns with an enticing flame
As melancholy and joy meet, creating an emotion unknown to man.
Melancholy, for not being your closest friend
And joy, for the chance to truly get to know you.
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