Menekah

How shall I begin? I am no lyrist, But I am compelled to song by this sight, Eyes that shine like sunlight through cold morn mist, The gleam of bone a perfect new-snow white. In a world of shadow without sunrise Few brave lights yet shine out unflinchingly, The rivers, the false stars, and your bright eyes Best of all these I believe truly. And whiter than falling snow, smooth as glass, Your fine bones, delicate hands, and your face (Though ever impassive towards me, alas) Still a joy to see in such a dark place. And through the confusion of time’s abyss I hope my words reach you to tell you this. ~Menekah (https://www.deviantart.com/menekah) said I'd break