‘Of blue eyes and tender skin’,

An innocence that puts my demons to sleep.

Demons that keep me up all night.

Of rosy lips and silky hair,

Eyes that manifest my every fear,

Fear that eats up my lost broken soul.

Of GRACEFUL nature and NOBLE character,

Beauty that awakens my deepest desires.

Desires that weaken my shattered heart.

Of exquisite form and flowing lines,

Anatomy that tears up my eyes.

Tears I cried in the darkest of places.

Tell me, ‘Of blue eyes and tender skin’,

Did our paths just cross each other?

Will our paths ever cross each other?

Or are we just a thousand light years apart?

SOLOMON