As he looked up,
All he saw was a piece of art,
She had those mystical eyes, point arrows to his heart,
She was his winter haze on a sunny day.
She had this smile,
That had chills running down his spine,
The world had a girl, just fine,
He had his angel, raring to fly.
Spellbound to her soul,
Drunk in her immaculate words,
He was lost in paradise,
She was everything he saw,
Humbled, like a seagull’s desperate caw,
The music, gently, fading sour,
Maybe she wasn’t his angel dressed in white.
The nightmare woke me up, whining under my roof,
A fairytale in the ruins,
But would I ever forget the look on your face?
Tears began to clog; my heart ached,
I shall write ‘the girl that set my heart on fire’,
A tear rolled down my cheek,
And withered the flames with itself,
But, maybe she’ll always burn deep within.
Video adaptation of the poem – https://youtu.be/nLk8XQrWvzIhttps://youtu.be/nLk8XQrWvzI
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