posted on Nov, 24 2016 @ 12:32 AM
Eyes were soft,
To me they looked with a sadness
I could not bear,
Though the drink of sin may have made me blind,
Shown me shadows not there.
She and I,
Could never be,
For I much younger,
And her much older
Her gentle glance,
Proclaimed a sense,
Though not mine,
To guard her,
I spoke unto her,
"When trouble brews into your life, whisper my name".
Her beauty in her gentleness,
Her age making not a difference,
For she still a young maiden,
Once more in my arms I'd like to have her.
edit on 24-11-2016 by ksiezyc because: Have or See?