Such a soulful dichotomy. To reckon a blissful eternity’s kiss. A touch of two souls of same sort. Of a vista twee and complete. Incarnation of godlike attraction. Sweet lord! Finally, a big bang sparkle deep within. A cosmos dwelling in mind, deriving it’s essence in spirit and soul.
The escape. The self sabotage. The other half equation to this dichotomy. How to grasp such a thing that shines so splendidly; and fearfully feel my hands tremble to the sound of her voice. The vibrations, the quakes, the tidings of great ramifications whence the patches of umbra get sighted on days that proceed our meet.
If I be crowned a prince of the celestial skies, her Venus essence and eminence makes all gods shy. Her smile radiates wonder and makes those immortals nothing but little men. Not worthy of her hand, not worthy of her heart.
Again, I say sweet Lord! This gracious encounter bombards nuclear fusions to radio cosmic disarray. The deity dangling daily in my mind. Do I erase this melody that taps rhapsody hallelujah as she comes gliding in the aisles of my brain? No, cowardice ain’t a trait for gods!
It’s funny though. I haven’t held her hand, I haven’t opened the windows of my soul through a glance into her eyes and open the floodgates of emotions, as they come roaring in like raging lions! Those searching eyes. Beckoning safety to a wanderer as me, from light years afar. She got stars for eyes.
Need I say more? Fears slowly being beaten into pulp and dispensed into the blue seas. As buoyant gallantry rises to define a new being. Pursuing her heart like a gent should: and keeping it safe as a best friend would.