0 notes April 26, 2012 A Wealth And Mystery One Year Old To Me Out of all the pictures of you I have ever seen, you have never looked so beautiful, as you do now here with me. I pray not tears should be amassing, at your decades four now passing, you are really only one year old to me. And through mine eyes you are so stunning, as every day, you are becoming fiery amatory, a phoenix proud and free. A flower rich and blooming over, radiating smile, moreover, eyes alluring, as a mermaid's gaze at sea. And I plunge into my enchantress. Like the lost city Atlantis you, yourself are filled with wealth and mystery And in my study of this glory, somehow I know every story, behind every algae covered stone and beam. It is within this kindred temple, I find solace, peace, and love and burn like novas in the heavens up above. -Steven Blaqart- Filed under poetry Steven Blaqart
