Beholder
Beauty, I come to thee.
Not to adjudicate,
But more to annunciate.
Lost with no breath,
Dying with no regret,
Harken my request, I plead.
That I may lay my eyes
On your smile that goes for miles,
Eyes that sparkle with no light.
Envy of your body is Aphrodite
I still see your perfection,
If I'm without sight
Allow me to bask
In your glory, your might
'Til the last moon dawns
My will will not fall.
Even if it is just for one more,
I shall die down my fuss.
But never never
Would that end my Lust
For the brightness that comes from thee
Oh you who is called Beauty.
Copyright © Damien Charles | Year Posted 2012
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