perhaps I have wanted to live the way of hopes resurrected motionless from joy where a household of you and I felt beloved from the magic in our eyes
forever your body a fingerprint to resist radiant as the sun that captivates the depths of my soul -
a thunderbolt transfigures the enchanting look of his eyes as morning lovers
the passion in between the details revealed her stars intoxicating the misunderstanding void she quietly avoided when speaking to him .....
she looked over quietly and thought "is this love?"
* a sneak peak at a very personal piece *