In the image of pivotal hands

You are translunar,



The alabaster snow globe we call luna

becomes a pedestal for your beauty




It is hard describing your celestial being

when you halo so ravishing




Bestead you were

from pivotal hands



Formed in the image

of spiritual wings




You revived my infatuation

towards the portal of love




And once upon arrival




I looked back not

at the existence of myself


but only sought after your virtue

of your undying perfection

Reviews

[Candylove.]

whoaaa. This is too good. I love the word choice, and just the overall descriptiveness and detail. This poem makes me feel like i can fly? haha Anyways, gorgeous interpretation of beauty and love. :)