A glance through the poem,
took my breath away.
I see the darkness and fear,
that bounds us anyway.
Love to read you more,
don't fade away.
I died for beauty, but was scarce Adjusted in the tomb, When one who died for truth was lain In an adjoining room. He questioned softly why I failed? For beauty, I replied. ~amazing & self love~
A glance through the poem,
took my breath away.
I see the darkness and fear,
that bounds us anyway.
Love to read you more,
don't fade away.