Sunday, November 29, 2015

What sight for sore eyes

What sight for sore eyes
Stands before me now;
What grand majesty
Before which I must bow?

Do I dare to look,
Captured by a glance;
Incomplete without you,
Your magnificent countenance?

The sound of my heart
Echoes in my ears;
Its beat ever raging,
Racing faster than my fears.

Your smile reassures me,
Your touch calms my nerves.
I am yours, only yours;
It is you my soul serves.

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