Are embedded with the lost irises of your enchanting eyes
Still, as if I was a victim victimized by a bewitching lover’s spell,
I remain enchanted by such torn elegance
And though this perception seems all to grim for my ill-fated soul
I will watch, without care, a thousand sunrises reflect off the brim imperfections
Akin to the resonating pupils that had been inadequately and unskillfully instilled
For if that noble morning star so happen to gaze across the sky
Yet your captivating presence was no longer there
A thousand sunsets may as well consume a desolate land
With the shattered remains of that which could have been
Together along the lines of that which should have been…Nevertheless…
Perhaps the reason I look into your flawed yet charming echoing glance
Is to remind myself of how broken I honestly am,
Thus this truth maybe the only fundamental view holding me to this world
Furthermore, it makes me hope; that if I can fix your divide sight
I can believe in my own luckless tattered renewal
A virtue that keeps me as a fool to this enchantment
But, by chance one of the more tragically beautiful things to be known
Because, a sunrise is just a sunrise a sunset is just a sunset, however your eyes
Are the vision in mine that brings a tantalizing affection to my heart
Whereas even if they are riven; they are so in the most elegant of ways
~ Paradise’s Poet ~
Love the tenderness with which this poem is written 🙂
Beautifully executed.
Oh.. the eyes are truly
windows to souls
who live in
more expression
than poem or
sunset
may
ever
tale..:)
Romantic yet pinned with pathos, a victim who denies the state of it, a fool whose idealistic fantasies fail to register as such on their fundus. A terrific & dark tome; I like it, & the lines /perhaps the reason I look–/is to remind myself of how broken I honestly am/.
I agree with Glenn, a telling romantic melancholy is achieved here… With Best Wishes Scott http://www.scotthastie.com
Dark yet poignant – lovely write
Beginning with the fragments of glass…we get a clear picture of the eyes that hold you under their spell. Very pretty
Lost irises of your enchanting eyes…like this line…
I feel the enchantment he feels about this flawed yet attractive beauty. I also feel his pain as his own perceived shortcomings will keep him ever struggling about his own worth. Very strong inner emotions are so well developed here.
Dark and poignant.
very sensual….. extremely aesthetic and beautiful….. Enjoy this.