Category : Poems

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Here, Love is known,
By the freckles, of your cheeks.

You were lost, in a memory,
Of old terrors.
Never worshipping any, but the ones,
Who offered, their spirits.

I was golden, and you were stone,
I offered a different pleasure,
To the woe, of a frozen heart.
Pitiful, by God’s Holy Kingdom.

You gave uncertainty, as expected,
So, I continued, in strength,
There was much, to abhor,
Still much more, to adore.
I lingered, among your silk,
Of emptiness.

Grief stained, a transparent heart,
Pained, with a forgetful beauty,
The joys, I remain close,
Offer only, symbols of shame.

Yes, I offered, a sympathy,
To a heart, I knew well.

Nothing could tremble, the Passion,
To which you offered kindness,
When I offered Love.