Her Breathless Eyes
Last image I sought was your breathless eyes,
Fighting in fear against the strongest current.
The force of your love for a Godless man.
I have watched you fall bloody on your knees,
Tears careening down your swollen cheeks.
Saw you last as you bent your head, looking to the ground.
Remembering you like a Queen on her throne,
stronger than all oncoming armies bent on war.
A force to be reckoned with;
A place where my heart belonged.
Now you sit in the dust while I tend your broken heart.
And wipe the waste of human desperation away.
Last image I sought was your breathless eyes,
Fighting in fear against the strongest current.
The force of your love for a Godless man.
I have watched you fall bloody on your knees,
Tears careening down your swollen cheeks.
Saw you last as you bent your head, looking to the ground.
Remembering you like a Queen on her throne,
stronger than all oncoming armies bent on war.
A force to be reckoned with;
A place where my heart belonged.
Now you sit in the dust while I tend your broken heart.
And wipe the waste of human desperation away.
Copyright © Greta Veranes-Kitts | Year Posted 2011
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