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by Poet on the Piano May 25, 2012 category : Love, romance / first love
The way the light seeks your eyes- it makes me want to say nothing but sweet love, for no tomorrow could wrap up the luster in your irises... And you once told me that June would never set without its heat and love, I have yet to see it come down; For when golden winds play across your riddles of skin, I know God has moved me here to begin to know you. May 24, 2012.
by Darren
1 nit, Luster ahould be lustre. This to me portrays a girl looking in her lovers eyes and quietly appreciating her fate that has brought them together. No idea what golden winds are but it works, Riddles of skin? Is this person wrinkled? Short but powerful poem. regards