My Beautiful
Your face,
that of an angel.
Your giving soul,
of beauty.
My life,
in storm,
lost,
adrift,
then,
my heart anchored,
in paradise.
I should never have been so lucky,
waves of dread had swamped me,
but you, a gift of beautiful,
a gift of rescue,
of buoyancy.
Our speech is golden,
words rich with raw honesty,
a prelude to firestorms and hurricanes.
A fragile beginning,
delicate sunbeams,
shining through our broken glass hearts.
we focus,
we ignite,
a merging never before experienced by my withered soul,
a euphoria,
only accomplished when minds and flesh unite in absolute love,
and time is lost now,
worldy existence is all but a blur of amnesia,
you are everything now,
just everything,
the hand, the glove,
the land I love,
Just everything.
My home found.
Yet, what else, what more to discover?
I possess infinite regret for leaving your harbour.
Other land held no such bounty.
Bitter fruit from withered branches, on hollow trees.
Oh how I dream of you now,
but I am a shipwreck,
my vessel is broken.
My heart beats with burning memory,
the rising tide does not extinguish.
If I could only remember how to sail,
if only I could forget.
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