Porcelain Princess Poem by Ibn Ali

Porcelain Princess



She's the imaginations fascination,
Stained glass pane,
My fantasies amnesty,
She's beautiful shade,
She's something you've never seen before,
Teardrops on the ocean floor,
Snowflake in the freezer
She's differently the same but still unique in her acclaim,
She's the wiseman's brain,
The understudy is the heart,
She's the grey that colours envy,
The best part of being apart:
She's re-entry,
When she looks at me,
My illusive illusion,
And O how she looks at me,
I'm afraid I'd say yes,
I'm fearful when she's tearful that I'll always acquiesce,
That's when her eyes glow And her words glisten,
I'd watch her lips move but I'd be deaf to every proposition,
Still make attempts to listen with matured vigor,
Loving whispers in forms differ,
There's parenthesis in every smile,
Every sigh has implicature,
Her hearts a china vase,
Once too often betrayed,
If too distracted by her beauty you'll miss the cracks from the breaks,
Fragile vessel,
Unswayed on her pillar where she nestles,
At arms length and out of reach,
So no reckless hands unsettle.

Thursday, January 1, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: beauty
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