Are you afraid
of getting lost
In the depths
of my eyes?
We are already
merged in
Each other’s eye
Until we die
Fear will vanish
If we learn to fly


©sobbingsoul

There
She stands
The Belle of the Ball,
Bella,
She looks you in the eye
you don't know why
but there she is
Your Bella The Ball

I’m drenched
in the flood
which has yet to come

I’m *******
in the prison
which has yet to exist



Not having played
the game of chess
I’m already the checkmate



Not having tasted
a single cup of your wine
I’m already drunk



Not having entered
the battlefield

I’m already wounded and slain



I no longer
know the difference
between image and reality



Like the shadow
I am

And

I am not

To grow my garden slow
To health and digs be known
That in a soil throne
Will be a deeper love to grow,
While taking chances
Hands will dance
And spring from the ground of romance.