Alex

You arch like Arc de Triomphe
and I find your confused existence
too sweet to hate.
You're my victory and defeat,
grind your love into my subconscious,
faulting my mind with your purity.

Your brown eyes sparkle. Protruding soul
ever searching for fair ways.
How can I not love you when your lips
scream boundless piety, your hugs
abolishing what the time made me,
soothing me warmly throughout the night?

In day's wake, you seize the sunrise
with your imagination, sitting on the windowsill,
void of ache that surrounds your past, guarding me
with a smile that the Sun cannot compare to.
How does God make something so beautiful
and name it the protector of men?

Reviews

[Divinity Sleeps in This]

I tasted a new range in this, some breath-taking lines. line 6 first stanza. 5th line 2nd stanza and 1st line 3rd stanza. Little Birdie always stops at the syrup.

[L'enfant Terrible]

I love how warm and fierce (yet gentle) the last stanza is. It's lovely.

[Meghan]

I love your style and use of imagery. Beautiful and captivating piece!!!

[screamin'ian]

Beautiful. You express the warmth of devotion so subtly, unmistakably, and as a matter of fact. I am always charmed by your command of the language.
I loved it.