Your beauty,
is a riot of colour,
in this dreary gray world.
Your spirit,
is a seamless silver silk.
With the purity of perfect water.
Your eyes,
a river of glory flow throw them,
surrounded by a glistening white cloud.
I miss you,
like the moon misses the sun.
I would give my very soul to be with you,
yet not even that could bring us together.
I would contradict my self love,
to show my love for you.
But no difference would come from it.
I am but a penniless boy,
on the street corner,
alone in the rain.
Tears are masked upon my face,
like a rain drop in a stream.
Alas...Your love.
It blinds me,
with the radiance of one hundred suns.
Your love has the perfection,
of a single rose.
Your love is as strong as the largest boulder.
Yet your love,
is not for me,
It is for him.
While my love,
remains awaiting you.
It waits for you and you alone,
and that is how it will stay,
until my dying day.
Comments
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It seems like the girl is the subject, but you keep getting confused on how to praise here. You're all over the place, but seem to just be throwing in poetic device for the sake of it. Don't just compare her to something chliche and pretty. Be consise, and mean soemthing.
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Aww this is so beautifully sad
But this was amazing!
Your eyes,
a river of glory flow throw them,
surrounded by a glistening white cloud.
that sounds so beautiful, and you describe her with such flawless beauty. This write was right on, I know how you feel. Keep it up!
Blessings,
~Michaela~
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