You're taciturn,
unmovable,
waxen in your style.
your look is dead,
colourless
but eyes
are full of life.
It is that life
for which I yearn.
Unveiled,
the iris
of your eye
must be
beautiful.
Show me your distinct beauty
that kindness,
(I can only wish for)
that grace,
(I can only hope for)
that love,
(I only want to glimpse it)
So benign, golden love
Show it to me.
I will never cross this darkness
this coldness you have placed between us.
We will never get to know eachother.
We will never be close.
Author notes
I picked the ABC wordbank, and used the words: waxen, colourless, yearn, iris, distinct, kindness, benign, golden.
A contest entry
- by xxRainbowDawnxx.
300 points, ended July 13, 2008, 6 entries
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Comments
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I like the kind of oxymoronish feel in the start there... interesting
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