A contribution from Declan Daniel
A rib was pulled from his side,
Soon she was molded to be his Lover:
Tiny whispers calling beautiful bride,
Now with his hand so soft and bare,
He tends to land,
‘these grounds of heart.’
But somehow she did
Took control of his beating heart,
How could he be so foolish?
Love didn’t end wars,
It started them.
But he couldn’t stand it,
Her green eyes.
Oh, how he missed
The solace of her
Green and citrine eyes…
Her eyes reminded him of the North star.
Like he could get lost in them,
if they didn’t point the way back home
Under the bright city lights,
her eyes were the only stars
that refused to be outshined
She’d give him a smile,
That knocked down common sense
to his knees,
Want, whispering like silk
through his mind,
She, so beautiful
He couldn’t describe beauty to someone,
Because you could make anything sound beautiful,
but reality would then drift away with subjectivity,
Her beauty was common truth
A commandment that stands as valid as any of the ten
It was evident.
He’d fallen for her.