Meeting your eyes, I sense such a beautiful mystery,
behind the power of your sight where I read a history
about the love, the life that shines through your eyes
and the empires you praise through passionate nights.
There at the depth of your scene, too much to suffice
Bold skies under melting mountains made of ice
Where silver covers the soft soil, and hard dice.
Reading between the unread-able pages of your book
leaping beats lack the power to even steal a swift look,
or to run down the rivers rippling the mourns of lust.
Where my dreams dive and then rusts through dust
then exceedingly fly above your blue with the airy gust.
And at the depth of your looks, and meadows of your voice
Millions of beats bow for the tenderness with extreme rejoice
yet the perils of your heart, looks too bright too fake ,
and with my heart being homeless, it's a bit too unworthy
to take-- beneath mine which is too weak not to break
WoW! this poem is amazing... Extremely well-written! I love your metaphors and comparison... they're so well put together!
Some of my favorite lines are:
"Reading between the unread-able pages of your book"
"and with my heart being homeless, it's a bit too unworthy
to take-- beneath mine which is too weak not to break"
Beautiful words! You definitely inspire me to write more! :)
7 years ago
Wow! that was amazing naza ! I loved it! How you are able to create such amazing pieces one after another just awes me. I love the vivid images in this piece, and every line was amazing !!
"about the love and life that shines through your eyes
and the empires you praise through passionate nights"
- um WOW!