Minute PoetryPoem

Sneak A Peek

Tell me, you whom my heart desires
Voice of my eyes
Betray my heart
Our prized secret
My eyes, a reflection o’my  dream
To mend the seam,
To heal your heart,
And soothe its hurt
Dive and drown in their pool ever,
Keep you in ever,
Without a fight
All through the night

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