Poetry by Alex Paschuck

I worship the air you breathe

your being as fiery as an ember coal
your beauty as haunting as a lost soul

your wonderful spirit lingers in my mind
anyone as great impossible to find

woe is me your gorgeous presence
the scent of you an intoxicating essence

i am ever grateful to see you this day
the sight of your face dwells as i lay

the look of your eyes a burning sear
the thought of loosing your beauty i fear

--Alex Paschuck

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