Shadows of love,
that run away from,
the darkness they cant touch,
feathers that weigh down,
caught alive,
in your crown of thorns,
that safe strain of a life always hurts,
quiet cries when my eyes never care,
what my heart promises you,
if my dreams know you,
your wheathered love never begged for a life.
Are you painfully safe?
Are you rightfully loved?
From this cage,
will you fly away?
It always started with the eyes,
beginning of a visual gala,
if my senses that you've completely bowled over..
Eyes...lovingly imprisoned in the alter truth of your beauty..
yours...unwittingly
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