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Should your skin be tarnished
(what words would make)
with the simple truth of my heart’s content?

When gold rushed through my windows,
and these gems (which your light gives purpose)
felt its warmth,
My mind fell back,
through streets, corridors, and Memory,
and found your touch, and (up above)

the piercing truth held within your eyes.
I (whether time still matters) hold the truth behind those eyes,
only to tell them,
those dark, stunning gems,
those beautiful eyes,
how much mine long to see their light.

- Alejandro Bonfil