To be honest with you, I am bit frustrated with you
I am a bit taken by you and the way that your image has corrupt my work
In a time where I thought that I was to forget you, I for a time forced myself to think little of you
Yet, it seems that time has reverted, back to a former state of its self, and I am now trapped within this paradox…
One intensely lost to an ocean stars, where in my gaze, I am completely drawn rightfully to the optic sight of a Scorpio
And ever more to the colors of these stellar winds, which lie so celeste, that they paint vividly your anatomy
Thus, defining your compelling gravity,
Fabricating a bit more the gentle outlook of a divinity pertaining to thee, beloved human-fabrica
My muse, therefore to be held, surely my curse
As my mind wonders, unconsciously towards the images of your charm
However, this infatuation is a bit tiresome, delightfully mind-numbing, as well as somewhat distracting
Nevertheless, my intuition oversees my impulses, and I cannot help but to daydream instinctively
For this reason, watch for a moment as I display you as an entity, a’ la magnificent
There flawlessly, dressed as an empress adorned elegantly in a violet-like iris dress, brimming of a cosmic essence
Passionate, a plutonian goddess baring a heart expressed as only pure and virtually scarlet
And again, I speak of your eyes, those hypnotic eyes that blooms of an old soul, bless of Ethiopian gold
A sheer foretold, absolutely personified, perpetually by the glory cascading from an unknown god
Henceforth I ask, while being captivated by your skin made diamond, will it all pass
These concepts giving way to the notions that flood my ideas which are all regarding you
Perhaps as diligent as they are now, maybe to be quite in sureness they will
Possibly equally, this vexation shall cease to linger…
Allowing me to forget what paradise I saw admits the irises embellished upon a seductive vixen
Although still, I wonder is everlasting ever so, in my willful wonderment and wanderlust
Thereof, then the term “perhaps” will no long be a maybe, and I will simply know
As you must know, the quality pertaining to your beauty transcends that of physical attributes
It’s simply who you are that intrigues me in a manner found dearly
Hence, benign so may it be benevolent… moreover…
Unequivocal are the perplexing secret affections to what I bare, that I wish to openly share with you
…Stranger still, I feel a slight sense of an eminent, inevitable deja vu…
~ Paradise’s Poet ~
“My muse, therefore to be held, surely my curse as my mind wonders, unconsciously towards the images of your charm. However, this infatuation is a bit tiresome, delightfully mind-numbing, as well as somewhat distracting. Nevertheless, my intuition oversees my impulses, and I cannot help but to daydream instinctively.”
This is unbelievably touching and beautiful ❤️ I’m literally swooning right now ..!
It looks like someone can’t get someone else out of their mind and keep bringing them back for the deja vu experience that memory provides.