Comfort
my breath took
eyes widened
exquisite is such a delicate word
but her beauty is absurd
Planets stop their turning
lips hesitate to meet
armies fall at her feet
Her eyes taste my soul
and burdens take a rest
Crooked smile better than the best
Imperfections trace her face
in search of better days
as in her light i laze
Copyright © Christopher Quigley | Year Posted 2019
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