Perhaps I have found it.
A love that is great and grounded.
Am I simply allowing myself
to believe that something
glittering is gold?
Or has my thirst for admiration finally reached the heights of the skies?
She made the garden in me bloom.
But it seems she cannot understand
how this love of mine is true.
My heart, for some reason, found a
way back to a truce.
The war within me has finally said
the truth.
The look you gave me convinced
me that a loving gaze still exist,
I hope you will find a way to
love me, and make it still persist.
Perhaps my history is keeping me from believing this,
But God, after all the sinful
women I have cut off,
Grant me this one, make our souls
intertwine,
And show me that love still exists.
CITEȘTI
You Who Knows Least
PoezieA sequel to my book "You Who Knows Best". Read, and you will find much intellect. The thoughts I share here are of my inner sect.
