pale eyes
a hazy summer sky
or a mountain seen from miles away
restless, craving, never calm
she falls
how can she be so frail
and yet so strong
what draws me to her
half-crazed with doubt
pale skin
a winter morning
or a storm cloud ripe to bursting
wanting to be touched
she waits
how can she be in love
and yet be alone
what needs lie there
unfulfilled
2 comments:
This is a beautiful poem. I am sure the girl that it is written for really appreciates it. But she probably doesn't have such eloquent words as yours to tell you.
my crude portrait hardly does her justice.
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