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Jack Jenkins Apr 2016
The way a candle weaves its light through darkness.
How a snowflake trickles down from heaven above.
A virtuoso plucking guitar strings masterfully.
Your glamorous eyes, delicate face, memorizing body.

You sing an enchanting song, full of zealous love, and I cannot help but lose the breath from my lungs.
The fireflies dance and twinkle with grace, yet they are put to shame by your marvelous beauty. Each twinkle of the stars is a testament to their jealousy of your resplendent soul.

This must truly be an angelic dream!

Your voice carries across the air smoothly, eloquently, serenading my unworthy ears. Would you reward my boldness if I were to trace your lips with mine?
Take my weak hand and dance with me. Dance with me under the fairytale night. Step by step, hand in hand, unlock the fortune of this tragic heart. Hold this tragic heart. Love this tragic heart.

You are full of grace, a bewitching vivacity in the recesses of your heart, deeply entrenched and guarded. It is why I admire you from afar. Why these words spill from me to this page. Because of you.
Sprezzatura is an Italian word, and one I fell in love with immediately after knowing it basically means gracefully without effort. So, I wrote this poem for someone who has much Sprezzatura. Definition is in parentheses. I hope it's accurate. Haha!
(A certain nonchalance, so as to conceal all art and make whatever one does or says appear to be without effort and almost without any thought about it. An easy facility in accomplishing difficult actions which hides the conscious effort that went into them.)
Yin & Yang
Intertwined & it becomes beauty beyond imagination

Graceful, yet graceless

Yin like a elegant silhouette drifting off into the darkness of the night
It fades
As the night gently turns into dawn

Yang majestic, blazing into the sunset
It fades
As the sunset falls into darkness

Balance of creation, its cycle everlasting
Deon May 2015
Warm and gentle
Her touch ever graceful
A smile across
Those lips so delightful
Sweet and beautiful
She's more than I ever asked
Lady Bird Apr 2015
beautiful and tender
graceful in bud
with a butterfly kiss
I bloom
Seán Mac Falls Apr 2015
She hides her beauty
Hair fondles windy nature
Their open secret
Rks Feb 2015
The silent voices
The hidden feelings
The unspoken words
The untold stories
You and I have none of them
The swollen eyes
The broken hearts
The dead souls
The fake love
You and I without all of them
The heaven full of angels
The hell full of devils
You and I between both of them
Where you're all alone as the sun is
And I'm all alone as the moon is
The distance between us
Just tries to separate you from me
As the instigators want
They don't even know that we're made for each other
As blood made for veins
Veins made for the heart
Heart made for you and you made for me
I know the world won't let us to be one
Even though the storm is also against us
But the angels in heaven will be along with us
Stay close to me forever
As close as raindrops to clouds
As close as moon to night
As close as the secrets to heartbeats
Stay that close to me
You and I will be drowning in each other's eyes
As deep as our souls have fellen for each other
In this winter night,
The sky full of bright stars,
The cold winds,
You and I will be losing our minds
Under the full moon of grace
Ciarra Jan 2015
I cant imagine how delicate one can be,
even as delicate as I.
But whoever sought out to break me,
You will be the first to fall.

As light and pleasant as a summer breeze,
Yet harsh as the thrashing winds of a storm at sea,
i run to your garden,
looking for the protection I need.
Give me one more push
Before thy hands, swing into despair
Give it One more chance
A seed to grow
A love to ferment
We haste to want
We slip from the top;
Loaded with immaturity.
Sharpening your edge takes time.
Be patient with me;
I will improve.
Don’t give up on me;
The luggage on my soul, heavy.
Hold my hand for a little while and
Be my eyes, before I go missing,
In this dark jungle.
You promised, you were in for a long haul;
The fear in your eyes, sounds like
A racing horse, without a rider.
My code is red hot endurance, to the end of the rope.
I am in, and there is no turning back,
from what is rightly mine.
- McDaniels Gyamfi
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