by Jag Garcia

Created on: June 30, 2008

With The Eyes Of My Soul

Be still, my treacherous heart!

Just settle down...

Send not the blood

that feeds my veins.

Stop beating now!

Heed my command!

Cease your pounding

within my hollow chest.

If need be... If I must...

Then I'll beseech you...

Please don't betray

my lonesome soul.

For to cherish,

her true beauty and grace,

I shoul not, and must not

gaze upon her face,

With these eyes

made of sinful flesh,

But, with the eyes

of my pure soul.

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