Meet Her At Byzantine
She has nothing to hide
She bathes from phoenix waters
Her face is a painting of emotions
Joy, fear, anger, sadness
Triumphs over lakes of unbelievable
Her body is a shrine
Of Lady of Morals
The Titans bow to her
As she waves the indigo skies
Of dreams, of reality
And the shadows of the giant future
Her eyes are gateways of Renaissance
Her mind is a Continuum
A designed power set of neutrality
The plateau of paragons conceiving passel of hopes
Her heart is a great barrier reef---
Axioms of force and compassionate forbearance
Her embrace reaches the byzantine
No myths, no scales, no bottlenecks.
She, the Gaia’s daughter
The lover of Love
The love of Love.
©Ceri Naz/ March 07, 2015
Copyright © Ceri Naz | Year Posted 2015
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