I can just hope,
that this angel
becomes mine.
She has been living
with lies,
and I want to save her
from more hopeless cries.
Maybe she knows
deep inside,
but I know her traumas
stops her from believing
in this love of mine.
In this ocean were all
lives abide,
She brings to the surface
all the light.
When I held her hands
in the ice-cold weather
today,
I felt her touch kindling
a fire inside my soul.
Where her light revived my
crumbled low.
It was like destiny made it
clear to me,
That she just brings glad tidings
out of my soul,
And brings heaven to me
with open arms,
with a broken heart
so whole.
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You Who Knows Least
PoetryA 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.
