Genre . Love
—
I beg to be counted among the crowds
who behold your splendour
for angels conspired to paint you
a masterpiece, forever displayed
in the gallery of my heart
and yet amongst the hoards
of those more deserving
I find only me
a speck of dust
in a mountain of humanity
for I raise my voice
to the heavens in awe
as angels saw fit to bind together
a woman so perfect
and an undeserving man
but still I grasp love’s jagged thorn
endure its pain
and smile
– safe in the knowledge
that I have given with certitude
my heart
as you travel through the depths of my being
to meet at a place where our hearts
can dwell
as you search for my soul
I will take you there
where bodies grow old
but the love in our heart
will always burn
and when the…
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