STARRING A FAR INTO THE HORIZON THE VOID ACHED ON MY FABRIC A STRINGENT HOLD AS SECONDS FLEETED BY THE ORCHESTRA OF HER EYES CONTINUED TO WED TRILLING SENSATIONS ON THE ALTER OF MY HEART'S DELIGHT WITH MIDAS TOUCH OUR EYES LONG SPOKE THE WORDLESS THOUGHT OF MINDS ATTAINED THE CERTAINTY FROZEN IN TIME IN LOVERS' NEST, WE ARE MEANT TO BE
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Posted: May 2015
About this poem:
SOMETIMES TWO PEOPLE FROM DIFFERENT WORKS OF LIFE AND BACKGROUND MEET AND FIND OUT THEY HAVE THINGS IN COMMON