Looks of desire
The venom of her luxuriant eyes
veered my perception of royalty.
A jargon of the pessimists
couldn't catastrophe her beauty.
The void chasm of my heart
dead of phony flamboyance
had a fountain blissfully sprout
resuscitating its prudence.
Like a crest surfing adventure,
though with a wisp acquaintance
my feeble desire got a rapture
after I drunk of her exuberance.
She gave my soul a tranquil gaze
as I adored her jolly serenity.
I felt satisfaction of her eyes' glare
only if I'll cling there for eternity.
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