Yet hermitically are my lips sewn in silence
That defeaning silence
Which pierces my soul
And chokes my breath
I long to hold your hand
But the chains of doubt keep me aloof
That enchanting smile of yours
That innocent gaze you fix upon me
Your laughter resounds with a royal melody
Your strides strike the chords of an unsung harmony
Yet to me all this be but a pleasurable fantasy
For mine is a heart that has known scorn
Mine is a heart that has danced to sorrowful tunes
Yes mine is a heart that has known pain
Do you tease me with the promise of love still ?
If this be love and you feel it too
Then let us hurry about this business then
If not leave me be in my fantasy
For though I dread its end
I cant seem to let go
So I pray my Lord my eyes do open
The truth help me see
Else am lost in that which I cannot name
I think it's love...or is it?..
Merely fun-to-see...
Poem by Kharie Pee
(@Quophey)
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