Just a little love poem I wrote last year that I thought I would share.
Kiva, The Lover
She is so beautiful, so pure, so sweet. I want her, I need her, but I can’t have her. How dare reality prevent me from her? How dare fate and destiny deny me of her? She is so beautiful. When I look at her my sense of hearing vanishes, my heart thuds against my chest like lighting in the skies, and I cannot breathe. When I look at her and when I seek her, each time I end up face planted in this wall, and this wall is known as reality. Why does this always happen? All I want is her love, her softness. She is so gorgeous. If I am to meet her In my dreams do not wake me, yet I am so cursed that I cannot even have her there. Although I know we will never meet or be, I pray that whomever earns her heart, that that lucky soul will realize that he has something worth more than gold or silver, he has love. That he has found his love... while I continue to seek for mine.
She is so beautiful, so pure, so sweet. I want her, I need her, but I can’t have her. How dare reality prevent me from her? How dare fate and destiny deny me of her? She is so beautiful. When I look at her my sense of hearing vanishes, my heart thuds against my chest like lighting in the skies, and I cannot breathe. When I look at her and when I seek her, each time I end up face planted in this wall, and this wall is known as reality. Why does this always happen? All I want is her love, her softness. She is so gorgeous. If I am to meet her In my dreams do not wake me, yet I am so cursed that I cannot even have her there. Although I know we will never meet or be, I pray that whomever earns her heart, that that lucky soul will realize that he has something worth more than gold or silver, he has love. That he has found his love... while I continue to seek for mine.
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