A 3AM Poem. 18 July 17
There's so much mystery & passion behind those eyes.
I constantly wonder who holds the key to that fortress?
How many doors, rooms, & stories does it consist of ?
Have those walls seen many tears ? Or cheers?
Who currently dwells inside ?
Decking the halls with smiles & kisses ?
Though I love those eyes & see the love in them reflected back....
I must not be the key holder....
I would know of such a possession.
I thought the admiration from a short distance was enough for my bosom to be filled to capacity.
I wrongfully thought that to be true.
I believe the true possessor to be the doppelganger of my essence.
In mere admiration of the reflection of those eyes.
I may never know the true intensity of the mystery & passion that lies behind.