Upon a second look
Her beauty touched the sensitivity of his eyes.
Slender she was, her curving figure stemmed into a delicately radiant facial blossom,
only known to be seen in orchids’ petal,
and the wings of butterflies.
Passions limbs stretch, they reach desperately reaching, rooted in hearts desire’s chamber, branching into and beyond the clouds of soul’s skies.
In time they will bear fruits;
the birthing of trust,
the rearing of compassion,
the tender loving of life,
and the yearning of freedom.
Her emotions were seen through eye’s windows, perched there on spiraling edges,
unfolding in graduations from one grade to the next.
Endless degrees of depth revolving,
evolving in revolution,
traversing twisting circles without conclusions,
only to start again from different perspectives of its living coil.
her beauty then touched the sensitivity of his heart.