scorpion blues

He is so beautiful,so very beautiful

just like a winters shining landscape,

as delicate as the petals of a daisy,

and as freely the eagle soaring against the blue.

His eyes are as mysterious as the calm sea.

Everything about him is so precious,more precious than all the gems in the world,

his soul is the essence of the sky and earth,

his feelings,are a volcano that is yet to explode,

his smile is the smile of lost innocence.

Pain vibrates deep inside his gentle heart,

a lock shuts in the disturbed thoughts of his mind,

a mind with as many roads as the world has.

I look at him and see pure truth,

like looking at a clear night sky,

millions of stars twinkle within him.

He is beauty as i defined it.

he is perfect,his imperfections make him so

I love him although not because i would give up all things which i think are pretty,

If only I can can hold his beauty within me

for me he is everything in the world ………..and I have found a world in him…..

(I havent written this….I have yet to experience such strong feelings for anyone but I just think its the best  I have read and I wish to know who wrote it…..)

“I resist temptation of ur love,

Only to realise its my evergrowing lust

Your touch is precious but I hate to be mum,

Your touch is precious and I  hate to be numb

The desire in my body is like yours ,

And that shows how alike I am to yours

I cant be like those who pray and braid ur hair,

But will help you with scores on busy days

I hate brushing my lashes across ur face,

but love ennacting innate roleplays

The purity of our sin, will approve all

since i say the truth and no wrong.

The passion in me is as strong as a scorpion,

who’ll sting all and kill itself the day I betray myself

Your touch is precious and I hate being mum

Your touch is precious and I hate to be numb”

not a poetry nor a verse just my crazy head put together……