UNTITLED POEM
Kisfairy


His eyes were that of an unspoiled sea such that if given the chance to gaze upon them, I would abandon myself in forever

his voice, a resonating passion that swims across my mind in an endless beat...
oh, that I could hear that song once more...

his mind was a wonderous valley of treasures, of which I could indulge in for an eternity, forever drinking in the knowledge of his soul.

his body, once a temple worthy of ultimate worship, now an image in my dreams becoming so unknown to me

I often dream of a reunion as pure and perfect as the love I have possessed for when I felt all hope was lost, he lifted me and through his strength, I rose above the gloom and saw the beauty of the undiscovered.