A servant to the bonds of devotion
Chained within the depths of contentment
It calls like a beacon of forgotten belief
Striking suddenly like an unseen thief.
Cleansing the soul from tainted woes
Like a sandy footprint washed by the waves
The naked eye will never see its face
But a human heart can give chase.
As painful as acid boiling through the veins
An uncontrollable poison releasing toxins
Infecting the organs rendering us hurt
Slowly grinding us deeper in the dirt.
Or as beautiful as autumn's first sunrise
When the curtains open to first light,
The truest gift of trust two people can share
A present of love and a lifetime to bare.
Pretty (Rictameter)
Pretty
eyes of magic,
gaze across a blue moon
seeking redemption, peaceful dreams
unlocking a vision so powerful,
that a limber body shall faint,
speechless and numb, " He sighs "
my love, you are
pretty
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