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Lia Dominique Poem
I don't care if you go blind...
If you'll love me, I'll love you...
I'm sure you can conquer any color the world casts your way.
I'll hold your hand down a stone path, and bring you to an ocean shore.
So, that you can inhale the crisp, arousing ocean breeze.
With your hair being blown back as you drew it all in with your heightened senses.
Sketching an image in your vast mind.
Even then, I'll love you
I promise.
I don't care if you grow old...
I didn't fall for your angled jaw and unruly curly locks.
Though they still have me struck and arrested,
They are a part of you, but they are not you.
If you'll love me, I'll love you...
I'll enjoy kissing every wrinkle that surrounds
Your deep, strident, emerald green perception.
Even then I'll love you...
I promise.
I don't care if you're bound to be seated...
If you'll love me, I'll love you...
Your long, black-jean clad, lanky legs have done me a great deal.
They brought you to me.
But there's one vital organ that I desire, crave, hunger to be in.
I hope I'm at the left side,
Keeping you full and content.
I didn't fall for your extended limbs.
I fell for the mystery inside your head,
For the adventure in your soul, and
For the love in your over-sized, under-crowded heart.
Even then, I'll love you...
I promise.
I'll love you, if you love me...
Even if your heart stops beating before mine....
Everyone is born for a reason.
I can't help, but feel my reason was to love you.
My lips were fixed to tell you words of love.
My eyes were fixed to show you the love that sometimes overflows from them.
And, my entirety was made to...
I was made so say, "I love you."
My purpose is to be happy, and to accord you with such.
If you shut those forest green wonders before me,
I'd still whisper to the air of a million losses,
A million times, how much you mean to me, and still know you're hearing me.
I was made to love you.
I'll love you.. If you'll love me..
Promise?
Promise.
Copyright © Lia Dominique | Year Posted 2016
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Lia Dominique Poem
Her entire life
Her petals, knifed.
With a painful relief
Her petals gone, grief.
She awaits the rain
Only known friend.
Down days. With
Weary ways.
Dreary little babies
Weary little daisies.
She becomes a desert
Only to receive water.
This is for you beauty babies.
Water, You need?
I give.
She bows her head
Burned by beams.
Beauty babies, your so pale
You could almost be white.
You'll be okay... Just wait for the cycle.
Copyright © Lia Dominique | Year Posted 2015
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