behold
underground water gardens flow
sparkle angelic blue
flowers shaped of waterfalls
and dew laced grass
everchanging new scents
overtaking, awe-striking
intense sensations of neverending nature
all i feel i cannot know
what i behold:
my heaven
yet
if life were anything like your eyes
i would not want to die
such a simple beauty
eloquent in silence
pure
a word not spoken but
a memory made complete
what i behold:
your eyes
sparkle angelic blue
flowers shaped of waterfalls
and dew laced grass
everchanging new scents
overtaking, awe-striking
intense sensations of neverending nature
all i feel i cannot know
what i behold:
my heaven
yet
if life were anything like your eyes
i would not want to die
such a simple beauty
eloquent in silence
pure
a word not spoken but
a memory made complete
what i behold:
your eyes
posted by fahd | 1:37 PM
1 Comments:
I completely agree. The standards of beauty have become quite artificial, although I suppose in popular culture they are always like that.
I write about beautiful eyes just like I can write about heaven, though I've seen neither, yet inspired by both.
Yea, i know, it sounds really corny :P
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