Your eyes
Your eyes
Windows to the soul, where passion appears.
Your eyes, like dark pool, deep and divine,
Invite me to drown, in your sacred shrine.
With every glance, a spark takes flight,
Igniting desires, that burn through the night.
Your gaze, a gentle caress, that soothes my heart,
A deep connection, that draws me in.
Like sapphires shining bright, in the morning dew,
Your eyes, a treasure trove, of secrets anew.
Their mystery, that lures me to explore,
The hidden depths, of their passionate score.
A work of art, that forever will be mine.
— Anonymous
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When a mother's work disappears from the story.
When attachment is called weakness.
When providing is treated as permission.
— Anonymous
A thought worth passing on.
A call to choose ourselves.
— Anonymous
When ageing is blamed for betrayal.
Who carries the responsibility?
When leaving is made to look like her choice.
When devotion is mistaken for ignorance.
When clothing is blamed for betrayal.
When unpaid work is called dependency.
When betrayal is blamed on both partners.