Sunday, September 4, 2016

The Gaze

Into those eyes I often gaze
To find eternity
Discovering by passion's blaze
My future's history.
For in that look I found my soul
In humbled dignity,
From melancholy rigmarole
To moral's standard right.
Myself an object to cajole
Up to eternal height
Those eyes induce me to give in -
Lay down the need to fight
What I had his - a mortal sin
Of hiding oft my face
Of disallowing love within,
Thus spurning offered grace.

Surrendering, all strife doth cease.
Now in this state, at last find peace.

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