Mirth disguised a wounded soul
hollow, and determined
through my thespian eyes.
A vacant heart searched for answers,
yet none were found nor given.
Woeful years plagued mindless
masquerades in misty moonlit charades.
Empty nights and deserted beaches
callously taunted my reverie.
Precise, yet vague,
such chameleon paths were traveled.
God's plan hurled me onward
to discover your world in mine
at the brink of my fading sunset.
Your smile caressed my bruised soul
like velvety fingers of mercy.
Your wondrous blue eyes
coaxed me with everlasting
calm . . . and serene love.
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