Treasure Island

Dilantha Gunawardana


The Circle Of Love


Our love to the beholder
Is like a pristine circle
Etched to textbook perfection
But to the man
Standing at the dead center
Of our perfect circle
I can barely gaze
At the sinuous curves
Of our winding circumference
That is the conundrum of our love, my goddess
Flawless as a circle from afar
But relegated to an obscure line from within

Submitted: Wednesday, April 17, 2013
Edited: Thursday, October 03, 2013

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