Love Lines 2 Poem by Nyx C Styx

Upon her eyes a modest eyelid doth fall
and rise again to claim the heaven in view
I am within, without, and with all
I am reborn again and made anew
when in her charmed glance she holds me still
and runs an icing fire through my blood
The Holy water to my possessed ill
Vanquisher of terrors of childhood
Yet by her side I am much a child
Fatherless, Forgiving and Free
to dream a thousand dreams wild
and in each she is there with me
O to her, Cupids mark is set
To be with her I would trod
Within those eyes my glance is met
There I have found my Kingdom God