Your eyes like bugs sewn into your skin
Your nose a protruding sore
Your mouth is pale, drawn and thin
But still I’m compelled to adore
You aren’t the light which draws from within
You aren’t the moonlight dance
But when I fixate upon your beautiful skin
My heart puts me in a trance
Your sober smile and haunted eyes
Are sure to tell the tale
The gentle wind in hearing
Turns suddenly to a gale
if its not personal ,may i comment that its wonderful writing !!!