By Aidan Romo
As I look upon my dearest love,
Feeling their presence before me,
They nest in my head, the lovely dove,
And drown my brain under the sea.
As I look upon my face through glass,
The same shape and color remains.
My shell is here, but with them near, alas,
To my love, I tussle in chains.
As I look upon my vibrant soul,
My angel uplifting its shine,
Fractured am I, for tis a cruel toll
I take, losing a face once mine.
As I look upon my beloved,
Ardor boiling for them always,
What I knew of myself has faded.
All that’s left: a call for their gaze.
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