Literature
In Thine Eyes
It is not in words which of you describe I,
Nor is it in beauty.
I fear of nothing but thine smile - so pure, so tempting.
I seek none but your eyes,
Green like the night skies in my dreams.
Summer describes not you,
Winter either,
Spring too..
Nay, what describes thee is what I see in your heart.
Nay, what I see is thine Soul.
I might see you, Deep inside yourself
I might feel your hand in my sleep.
But so far away is the day We may meet -
For so many miles separate.
Hatred feel I of this worlds defiance of our love
Hatred feel I of the humanity around.
Hatred - no, Loathing.
No other word compares in least.
It is not in w