Tuesday, August 4, 2015

To the Unknown Poet

Beauty is thine,
My friend,
In thine dark eyes,
Embedded in chocolate skin,
In thine pure heart,
That beats passionately,
As word on word is built,
Then formed,
In to a rhythm,
That echoes,
To the beat of your soul,
It enfolds,
Capturing me,
Through sound and tone,
Words I do not understand,
But yet love,
As if they were mine own. 

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