Dulcetness

Breezy night with cold tears of skies

Covered the heart of infelicitous

Smiles of many retries

Showy and contagious

 

Glad to savor the sweet round balls

From the hands of a cherubic ally

Having a penchant without a single false

To like can never be a lie

 

With a heart pumping stares

Cannot strongly deny

Eyes of angelic flares

Is difficult to defy

 

Yes, it’s unceasing

To think of the flares

Start of dreaming

And extend the stares

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[Tómur]

I'm not sure why but this poem reminds me of winter. And I like winter!