From where the poetry grows,
The voyages burdened with hate,
I found you.
Eyes portals to triumph.
Our Ancestors waged wars,
To be captured
By this gaze.
Prophecy only hinted,
At the inability of resistance.
You have me.
Ensnared by hope,
Of legacies made legend.
Homeric histories
Rest in this moment.
But words are banned.
The windows of your soul reveal all.
Life plays across your face,
Treasures left unspoken.
I have you.
Eleutheromania
Forcing extreme choices,
We live as one.
Destiny resides here.
Together, our world flourishes.
Liberated or separated,
Our lives are our own.
We are here because,
I imagined,
My Love free.
About the Creator
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