Damien Knight

You are perfection,
The carving of my dreams.
Like wine you
have become better
each day that passes.
A sweet flavour
my lips long to taste.
I swore I lost my muse
Here it lies dormant
this is where it was.
My heart stolen.
Ever seeking the shadows
for verse and here
you are my princess.
It flows like life giving water

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