Why He Beams

Written by: binibining p.iNk

Pallid and forlorn,
my heart broke for her.
Never saw such gloom,
but somehow I knew
she shone from within...

She buried that,
feeling dry...gray-
a crumbled mask 
made out of dust.

I asked her
one cold night,
“Do you weep?”

“My tears
    fill up
        seas...”




I 
vowed to
kiss her
every night,
let her feel
she was loved...

And oh! How much
love she can give!
She's still shy, hides
from time to time,
but her smiles break free...
(One can't trap light's glow)

Her warmth makes me beam,
reveled eclipses.

Moon dust becomes blush.





03282012
for Catie's Diminished and Advancing Hexaverse Contest  :)