My Love

Her eyes glimmer in the soft glow like water — deep almond in luster,

Outside she screams, ‘Insensitive!’, inside she doesn’t care — she’s never known a love like this,

Inside I whisper, ‘slave to anger‘, outside it makes no difference — I have never met a fire so rare.

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...writer, lover, fellow-man; divinely adrift in a sea of inarguable genius and intellectual nuisance. Read@ robinejohnson.wordpress.com Like@ facebook.com/storiesbyrobin Follow@ twitter.com/storiesbyrobin and as always, peace, love, and think! View all posts by robin

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