The Man in White

"I am an open book; you can read me," you said,

But all I saw were the words your eyes held,

The poems you made me write, including this.

, a story of love I cannot dismiss...

"You", the man adorned in white,

So gentle, so kind, like Eros, hiding Zeus's might,

A harmony of strength and grace,

Like lilies blooming in a sacred place.

Your eyes, so pure, calm and clear,

Mending wounds I didn’t know were here.

I bled in shades of sorrowed black,

But you, the man in white, pulled me back.

When you held my hand, the bleeding ceased

And in your warmth, my soul was released.

Your gaze, like Apollo’s, holding the sun,

Let me feel the light as the darkness was undone.

For you, the man in white, 

You are the book i write.......