Those eyes gazed helplessly at the charisma
Of immaculate splendour
They gazed hopelessly at
The ache of wearisome souls
Whose pride sacrificed
The loss of painstaking promises
Those eyes gazed in wondrous ways
Negating the light that gives life
To gloomy hearts.
Those eyes gazed with meticulous discretion
With fear of being judged.
Weak hearts that wait patiently for the kiss of life
Adorned with a rush of feelings
That sprouts in waterless soil.
For how long can they gaze
Without connecting the soul deep
Within the physical terrain
For how long can we postpone
Our loves encounter?
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