eyes that of opaque opal and sphaire,
these eyes they light my soul,
they send it ablaze with fire.
The emotions from it can only be described as rhapture,
for there is naught any other word that can,
just as there is not a thing that can capture.
capture my rhapturous soul,
a blacked wing lifted,
a talented soul ever so gifted.
She would be my angel,
my constructor,
if only we could be that way.
in near on three weeks to this very day,
she will be gone.
and i, i will be robbed of all things good.
but i will stand strong this is to be understood.
because pain is weakness leaving the body,
And emotions are weakness embodied.
Til she leaves I am so weak as to fall with the wind blow,
and everytime i hold her i am so as to notice my heart slow.
And even when being put through hell in three months to this day,
i will still be fighting to keep my emotions at bay, because
they will follow fall in formation and drag entow.
there are no compartments,
my emotions have no place to stow,
so i wear them out to be beaten and shown.
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