Of true things that doth wonder thy mind.
Hath thy ever conceived it so?
Shall love fade when thy heart breaks?
Understanding things to thy fullest,
Yet so confused, and bewilered.
Can't thy whisper in thus ear,
Listening to the early dawn shatter across the sky.
Careless.
Oh see thy are careless.
Think not of this love,
But of THE love.
What does The love think?
Doth thy cry when thy hear...
Cry when thy see?
Never more shall this mind be taken.
Open thy eyes!
See thus love,
Thus ever waking moment of thy rose wither yet fading not.
Life.
Life, and unlived.
This love...
Thy break of thee and never more careless than thy mine own eyes.
Prithy I pray,
Open thine eyes.
Author notes
This is how I felt about someone in particular... and how how I wished I knew how God felt about it.
Please tell me what you think
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I've read this 3 times and I love the flow and pleading desire of wanting to be seen by one who may not yet be capable. I believe, if you look, you already know how God feels about it, as it is hand that guides your way and sets you free to express such beauty as poetry.
Mac
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