This sight of mine is fixed on you
Like sunset’s cry on blissful view
Brightens your face like city lights
Where darkened space meet fireflies..
These hands will mend your damaged
soul
How Midas blessed a worthless gold
Constructing arm on fragile heart
Depriving harm without a doubt..
These curious ears can hear your
thoughts
Contained with fears and thousand
flaws
It hears the sound of ocean depth
Inside your mind screaming of help..
This smell reminds for perfect flesh
Where scent admires a girl on dress
Like mild whispers of windy day
And blooming flowers on springs of
May..
This lip will taste that glorious
smile
Absence of haste on selfish time
Like winter night with cups for two
Senses of mine are fixed on you..
God Bless Us..
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