tejiri pius kigho
As Old As Time - Poem by tejiri pius kigho
Stock to a chair was priceless, a skeleton woven in flesh, so cloaned in the image of beauty, the amber light in her eyes admired me most.Upon myself I look, and who I am I know not, for the heat of the sun is the warms of her embrace, my boundless heart, so light as an angels kiss, am drunk by her appearance, devoured by her gaze as I feed on her sight, for her like has been not, my like has existed not, a perfect combination in an imperfect world.Oh! Come flood my soul like the waters once flooded the earth, come still the storms of my beating heart, tender are my shoulders, for her burdens I bear, a stolen passion yeilded my submission and into her bosom, still I follow for it's a feeling as old as time.
Comments about As Old As Time by tejiri pius kigho
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.