your windows to my soul

Passages explored by way of sight,

words will gently roll

tumbling towards your feet,

I bow. Take my hand

lets frolic, desiring freedom, in the tall grass.

Your beauty I adore. 

Those passive eyes, loving windows to surround my soul

I pour myself out for you. 

Open! Open! Behold

my world belongs to you. 

Poetry

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