Drunk on a momentary glance that feels everlasting like the conception of the universe

An ecstasy that deceives me with the hallucination that our hands intertwine and our lips caress

Imaginations beyond misery and love that tug at my very own heartstrings

But alas, I belong to the vast, fleeting from your eyes so celestial and your heart so scathing

The way your hair blows remind me of the sweet dandelions of summer that sway with the season

The way your eyes crinkle when you smile and laugh when you cackle at another bloke’s joke

I tried to be there too, gentle like a breeze brushing your skin ever so supple and soft

But the butterflies in my stomach have gotten used to the climate of your indifferent heart

Times I have tried to approach you with the rhythm of my heart resonating like drums

Always I have wished that you met my good intentions with the gentle embrace of an angel

There will nothing be more appealing to the hurricane that sways the butterflies in my guts

And there will nothing be more invigorating to the fire billowing in my loins fanned by your breeze

Alas, I am invisible even to your beautiful eyes that that burns a hole through my whole being

Unfeeling to your beautiful, porcelain skin unmarred by unsightly scars and ugly blemishes

Deaf to your beautiful ears that have heard only music and words the angels would be envious of

For I am the wind, fleeting and dissipating with a howl, longing for your beautiful being again

Literary by Heisenberg Moriarty