Little means more to the man in love
With the woman descended from above.
She graces the race of men with her's,
Offering to free his heart and mind from tethers.
When young lust turns to love
And transcends that magic from above.
A change in the look of her eyes
From how she sees all other guys.
But more than physically does change,
And the magic is more than strange.
Emotion from her soul spills out
So much so her eyes seem to shout.
As you stare and get lost in their world
Witness the fiery cosmos unfurl.
The deeper you go, the more time flies,
Navigating the stars in her eyes.
About the Creator
Michael Grube
I am 36 years old, an Army veteran, and officially divorced. I have been writing since i was young and have always been told that I have a knack for it. I've tried my writing a few novels, but my heart lies within poetry and journalism.
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