Heavenly Shapes

For the one whom my heart belongs to.

Something about his dark black hair and blue eyes is so compelling.
So beautiful in its own bowl of tranquility.
A spell of such talent,
Which controls every aspect of my being,
Two caves of soft blue and grey swirls that form the Milky Way, so far away,
But oh so close,
And so mystical,
A cry out is tried, but nothing.
A urge of strength is founded, but nothing.
A movement is formed, but nothing.
It's almost as if I am being attacked and nurtured in the same magnetic look.
As if bullets are shielded with soft feathered pillows,
And ivory skin is torched with angelic flames,

Just a little bit of heaven for my gasping heart.

Reviews

[Inject Positivity]

Priceless! This is so wonderfully done... It speaks of a person whose heart has been taken away by a person of mysterious and incomparable beauty.

I really liked your word choices, specially the line of bullets and feathered pillows... Great write... Some people take our heart and breath in a way that nothing else compares to it...

Sincerely
Dhiman