The Beholder’s Love


The Beholder’s Love

A Poem by TTBoy

Perfection rouses the senses

upon speculation and direction

of the beholder aside from age

The eye tweaks and fine tunes the

foliage to its voltage

devoid of any wisdom that what is

of the earth eventually returns there

Caring is not of sharing for neither

can retain the other’s life for even

a photograph must crumble

© 2010 TTBoy

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