A Poem by Benjamin Raphael (Part 2)

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Yes.

Your presence rests in this heart of mine. Sometimes it feels as if you are doing the heart too much of a favor. The warm embrace filled with love and grace, the heart sinks when the eyes blesses him with a picture of your face. Fears dissolved, logic lost, this heart craves you. A war erupts between the mind but then the heart saves you. It stays true to the words that the mouth forbids to utter. To find a blessing with this impact? Will never locate another. But when I...


I thank God for blessing me with the opportunity to lay these eyes on you. The first time it happened the eyes couldn't believe it, certainly a dream come true. The eyes knew that it was witnessing something special, the stare followed. The world around and all the sounds were immediately swallowed. But when I...


I need to get back to reality, that's what this mind says to me. Yes she is all that, but never lose respect for me. I was there when that same heart turned sour on you. Me. You looked around and all the eyes showed you was darkness. You lost this. Feeling of emotions? You were heartless. Don't let those two lie to you, don't let them feed you hope. Don't fall into that cycle of th....



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