The soft lines of your face, trace contours down your skin smooth crescent smile and all the while You can't keep the tears in. I don't mind, I found what I've been seeking. The one whose eyes lock into mine So we can talk without ever speaking. Wish I was there The day you descended Just glad to be here now.
07/12/2007
Now that is deep and perspective means everything. I loved the flow of this fluid piece.
Deliciously penned, balances rhyme without falling from the tightrope. I think the last two lines should be separated more, if only by a period after "descended."
That's really beautiful. I love the rhyme.
