Eyes of the majestic, I beseech you... Please, I bid thee, more often smile! If no one ever asked or pitched you a smirk which danced eloquently about their lips... Would you drop a pin of beauty upon the world, your smile... Via deviant to digital platform photograph?
As I know maidens like thee share thy smile about the world, I can live behind my vacant lonely stone trapped behind a stone mote. Caught up in the depths of sorrow betwixt my own soul. Drive myself off the ledge of misery to relinquish my eyes open one last time upon the face of one who smiles like thee, never stop! Change... Change the world with the dance of thy lips as a decrepit chivalry hero wastes away.
If I am anything in life... Anything at all in this bleak world, it is that I am, a poet. The faces of angels empower my heart and words, for the life of one who speaks as I do is lonely. Thusly I appreciate the art you endeavour to create. It is my only desire that something I've written or said might inspire some hope in others. Especially those who suffer as I once suffered.