His Eyes
There is a deep colour of dark eyes,
Yes, darker than even mine,
Eyes in which are traced immortal skies
Of a world unacquainted with time
And in those eyes hangs the balance
Of my happiness and especially pain,
Where solemn ecstasy grants
The crushing weight of distain
Hold me close and promise me
That even when you leave you return
The fault is mine to the third degree
And in eternal guilt I feel the burn
The crushing weight of despair
Falls to those who fight the dark
And within ourselves we repair
But naught can escape the mark
anamaria
Wed 3rd Apr 2019 23:16
a comment about how much i love your style, the rhymes are there but they do not put a rhythm that is difficult to read... i'm not sure if i can explain this, but i will try - sometimes i feel like rhyhmes can cause some "dishonesty", because poets only search for the right word, not the right emotion.... but you got it both, you caught the right words and the emotions.
it is painful to read it, at least to me. at the same time beautiful, like a sad whale song..
Hold me close and promise me
That even when you leave you return
The fault is mine to the third degree
And in eternal guilt I feel the burn
just... wow.