Enchanted
It was bound to happen sooner or later… this crazy little thing called love. From the furthest reaches of the cosmos, the gods gather to trumpet the news. Rooftop to rooftop, wind to mountain top, wild October gales carry his name, howling in Halloween voices, thrashing broken leaves across lawns. Enchanted, my eyes swim with the magic of his soul. The brew of his mystery is a potion that intoxicates, poured between my unblinking eyelashes as I lay in his arms. Each kiss is a creature of exquisite fantasy, like unicorns and dragons, angels of exotic plumage, architects of shooting stars and supernovas. The world has changed. My love has made all things new.
Hi Cristine. Is this poetry or have you found a soul mate
. It has been such a long time since I have heard anything from you. Hope everything is going fine with you.
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