A glance of symbolism

 

Your face is a poem, lyrically

alluring, alluding to mysteries.

A million stories, an

overflowing ocean of dreams.

An abundance of song,

a glance of symbolism.

Your glistening lips,

shimmering in the midday sun,

the dancing smile within.

 

The onomatopoeia of your eyes

and we are one. You are I,

a seer of my soul, and I am

yours, whole.

As time ticks on, we wave into

the brilliant blue. I muster the

courage to dive deep through

iris hearts, pounding seas.

Soft souls live inside,

pupil to master, lover, guide.

Decoding secrets

whispered in subtle sighs.

 

Your tongue softly curls around

a rhyme, sounds sublime

from inside, subtle sweetness,

the sugar taste of those words.

A flick of a kiss, a gentle

breath of wind, like a swift shift

to the passing of time.

And your cheeks gleam

rose-petal flowerbeds,

perfect clean red, the

blooming thoughts painted

through the canvas in my head.

 

The wave of the hair,

sweeps around

seashell ears in pools of

wonder. A shoreline of

beauty. And the smile

lines that my eyes behold

share the laughter

of so many days, and stories told,

the hope of a boat floating

somewhere hurt has no name.

 

And your face is a poem, for it

frames the world with beauty.

It shames those that wish to

ruin its dignity, it smiles in the face

of the mean, it sings at the pain,

and it blows kisses to the wind.

And hateful hearts won't ever see

the truth that lives in those eyes,

for like a mother it cradles cries

and gifts so much more inside,

the exquisite creative mind, and

the surface shines

a smile in the face of adversity.