More Rare Than Kings

You give me virgin eyes
Seeing things for the first time
You’re the holy grail in my mind
Your pen divine

Speak to me in tongue
Your verses tell of things we’ve done
How hope is hung
Like lights around a web you’ve spun

From inertia to releases
You make me fall to pieces
Gifting heaven in small creases
But that is where the peace is

Under you I spread my wings
Want your words not diamond rings
Those blue eyes most prized dwellings
Your lips more rare than kings

© Delia Ross. 2020 @poeeternal

I found another way to say the thing we’re scared to say. 😃

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