Dear love,

Your eyes


And sad,

Above your nose,


Carrying weight

Life bestowed.

And every time I see them,

A dark galaxy unfolds,

Of faults,

Of grieves,

Of beauty,

Of honesty,

Greatly misunderstood.

But every time you smile,

They lit up,

Fallen ashes,

Turn gold.

New beginnings,

Many, not one.


A chance for me

To make things right again,

Before it gets greatly misunderstood


From Malaysia. A business owner. A painter and a closet poet. Hates roaches.

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