True Beauty
We were inseperable from the start
Warmth turned into passion
and passion into Love
What you gave I kept
No beauty could ever touch
Cold rain drizzling on your warm hair
The way you caress your hair
just to have the taste of the dampness
A thousand miles I'd walk to see it again
Nothing tastes as beautyfull
The beauty you poses can't ever
Hide, fade, be silenced nor duplicated
Caressing with your words
Then blussing, thinking your words are null
Not knowing it would give peace
You will be heard through a door
Seen through mist
Felt in iccy water
Tasted in snow
And at dusk when jasmine is at it's finest
Your scent floorishes
Your eyes be my drifting ship
Your voice
Your voice be my compass
In this empty box
Not empty for long
Is my eyes
No other shall see
My voice
Shall never be heard
My concience
whiter than snow
The reason for me to live
And lastly before I close
My heart
All I give for you to keep
Copyright © Owen Van Der Schyf | Year Posted 2011
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