A pearl drops into infinity.
Dreams fade past oblivion.
Then I see your face.
Such a sweetness that begs forgiveness.
Rose petals fall on the ground.
Though they hold not a candle to
your beauty that transcends time.
Your hair of a subdued Auburn.
Your smile that beleaguers the sun.
A promise that is made whence
it came to fruition in your eyes.
Solemn glances of perilous glows.
Majestic intentions forlorn the poet.
Has love not found its denouement?
Have I not found the sun’s ecliptic?
Casual glances fill my mind.
Lo’ a door opens in the wind.
Your effervescence climbs past
the creative quill of my pen.
The mercury rises past ascension.
Is it not fate that binds us?
A heart of gold entombs you.
I wince at the grand expanse
that encompasses your beauty.
The elaborate tongue of the chanteuse
holds not a candle to your face.
A presage of glory amid dreams.
A pastiche of a tapestry of magnificence.
A seer could not have foretold you.
Cry not for the favors not granted.
Weep not for the loss of innocence.
Your object d’art in quintessential
elegance of a romantic past.
Feel the love that is around you.
And forget not the passion that is yourself.