Sight

"....You are a sight for my world-wearied eyes."

Sight

There is a hardness to you
That matches my outer shell
A softness when touched
Such that our souls meld;
I see ideals in your eyes
That I can only dream of,
Principles in your roughness
That I long to touch,
A light that floods my face
A warmth that fills my soul
You are a sight for my
World-wearied eyes.

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