A poem of Confusion
When I look into his eyes
Into those pools of crystal blue
I see something else besides murder
I see sadness
Yet love
When he looks at me with those sad lovable eyes
I melt in my shoes
When he embraces me in his arms
I can feel his heart beat
His soul
When he kisses me with those soft lips
I feel passion
When he puts his arm around me
I feel warm
Yet cold
When he holds his halberd
I see hate
When he sleeps
I see torture
Yet paradise
When he died that day
I fell
Into a deep dark abyss
Of what we call fear
That day I died