Intellectual Love

From the very beginning,

Transfixed was he,

Not by beauty in the physical sense,

But by the application of your mind.

Your words spun an unknowing web,

To which his mind is caught like a fly,

However there’s no need for struggle,

Willingly he awaits your deadly touch.

Intricately captivated by words unspoken,

Trapped in meanings between hidden lines,

Victim to hopeful sweet intellectual union,

A lover to the artistry of your mind.

Copyright: authorchrisbrown 


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