Of All The People To Love

Thu, 07/07/2016 - 11:44 -- mlobos

People find sanctuary in material things

like money or objects that remain 


My sanctuary though, is in his smile

or his eyes that are


like a kalioscope.

His words are like music.

The way he looks not just at me, but my soul,

it kills me

then revives me.

Does he know how badly I want to love him,

but can't

in the arms of another?


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