The Magic of You..

The Magic Of You..

Endless times have I explained to my heart,

Love is not its game.
Still it drinks of you,

Of your walks, of your smiles.
Of the way your hair,
Caressed the air when it blew.
Of the way your feet,
Barely touched the grass.
Fearing of ruining it,
You floated.
Of that mood changing smile,
The sun waited on,
So it could shine brightest!

And yet again, I'm high on you!

Reliving that afternoon intoxication,

I had once reprimanded.
How can I not be drunk,
Of your matchless beauty?
The stars follow your steps.
The glades of grass and flowers,
Tilt their heads towards you,
As your fingers touch them,
Trying to grasp your proliferating scent.
Let me drink myself to ecstasy,
Let me be high on her!
If there be a stronger gin,
A sweeter wine, bring me it.
For these lips are the only,
That I find sacchariferous.
Yea, tis the magic of her,
The magic of my goddess.
I see my perforated soul,
Becoming anew,
When your gaze sets upon me.
Without her I am tenebrific,
She is the beacon of my being.