He

The slightest glimpse of his beautiful face,

The allusion of his angel like voice,

Could send me to such a magical place.

Being in his presence make me rejoice.

 

When it’s just him and I being silent:

He’s my thought of every wakening flash,

Hoping he would notice any moment.

Then he walks by leaving my heart to ash.

 

Withal he slays the demons in my mind,

With the most modest thought of his angel.

Everything around me fades, and I’m blind.

It’s his eyes I see that are so blissful.

 

But how can you love someone, my dear friend,

Who won’t love you back until the worlds end?

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