Master of Five Styles

Inspired by the poem of Michael Faudet's " We Spoke "

This sight of mine

is fixed on you

Like sunset's cry,

On blissful view.

Brightens your face

Like city lights.

Where darkened space,

meet fireflies.

These hands will mend,

Your damaged soul.

How Midas blessed,

a worthless gold.

Constricting arm

on fragile heart

Depriving harm

without a doubt.

These curious ears

Can hear your thoughts

Contained with fears

And thousand flaws

It hears the sound

of ocean depth

inside your mind

Screaming of help

This smell reminds

A perfect flesh

where scent admires

a girl on dress

Like mild whispers

of windy day, 

and blooming flowers

on springs of may

This lips will taste

that sanguine smile

Absence of haste

On selfish time

Like winter night

with cups for two

Senses of mine

Are fixed on you.

Author's Note

feel free to read :D

Reviews

[R.E. Ray]

The title intrigued me. Of course, it makes sense as I read it. This is such a heartfelt, touching piece, and so well written. Your writing is pure and your words so sincere and humble. Impressive write. I look forward to reading more.

[JR Padilla]

Thank you sir Robert for the comment! I have recently published my other works. feel free to read them and give notions as well :D