It was her innocence that caught his eye. She was pure and sweet and untouched. But not unloved. He saw in her something he was unable to find in anyone else. A gentleness that he had not seen before. He adored it. He craved to be a part of it. So he did. He made himself known to her. He became close to her and she let him. She slowly allowed him to become a part of her. Stripping away the parts of her that were clean and replacing them with him. With his unholy touch, he touch away the very thing that he loved. He took away her peace.
07/03/2017
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A tragic one. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks