My anima’s moulting withinwhen she’s here to mend my soulMy wings become supersonicwhen she’s here to applaudLet my dreams remain lockedif she’s holding the keyHer love flickers, electrifies,dazzles as the neon levinradiates my dingy epochlike the vivid Canopus.
Tag: romantic
She Has The Heart Of A Child
The astral notifies dainty moments that I shall devote to her The diurnal delight that fades under the vermilion sky revives when I amble along with her My mortal clock halts before her ineffable majesty She’s as mighty as the Universe yet she has the heart of a child.
Last Bench Donkey Poetry 