Dear Inamorata,
I am tranquil in your quivering eyes,
So modest and pure,
As freshly fallen snow
Upon weary, trembling ground.
Innocence in the warmth of your heart.
True beauty hidden beneath
A nervous and traumatised girl.
Your mirror could never tell
The elegance you carry so paradoxically within your
Unconfident shell.
Hiding your true form from others,
In fear of reproach,
Protecting your Army of
Beauty with one Soldier alone.
Your love is to me
As a blessing in a speechless land;
Like a starving child,
Until you entrusted to me
The honour of calling you mine.
Hidden beauty in all,
But you choose me,
Just a Man, Just a Boy.
Yet your soul calls out to mine,
Deep within,
Lucid,
Undeniable,
Perfect...
Beautiful.
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