The body is the cause of loves lullaby
Enticing as it is to human eye
Holding only onto pleasures of the mind
Never allowing the burning passion to unwind
How we lose the days but never lose the time
Love, a sonnet without a sonnet’s rhyme
Deceiving eyes that only long to live
Wrapped up in how the skin’s so provocative
Igniting the flame of lust that shall subside
Locking up feelings the body can no longer hide
I love you never really sounds quite the same
And for this broken heart you are to blame
Eidolon love tastes so bittersweet
Eidolon lovers love with hearts discrete
Author notes
Another one for poetry class. This one I am totally in my own little box. Eidolon means *phantom, or something that isn't really there* Idk. yeah.
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