Reins Of Your Grace Poem by Job Laz

In the grip of your smiles
You hide me,
In your eyes I take refuge
Like kohl,
For you are that spark that sets me ablaze
Like sunrise at dawn,
You brilliance deafens me
Sitting close to you unbounds my fettered dreams,

Resting in the lay of your arms
Maximizes my euphoria
And employs my anxieties
Like innocence in a child
Your words ties me the flush of your inclination
My desire is to take your hands
Along this open paths before
My will to make the shores of your heart
The nestle of my yearning,

Though my lips often trembling could tell nothing
For your alluring warmth
Elates my effrontery like a royal jest
What becomes of me now?
For my peace is lost in the stretch of your scent
My obsession you’ve become.