Enchanted

Deeply enchanted by the things you call flaws My spirit levitates at mere sight of you Doing things you call normal. Like when you rise and set,beaming like the sun though out the day. Or when you slumber gracefully, and your face moonlights the world Yes you get hit by meteorites, yet here you Are, still spinning Lost in the universe you call your life Yet I find myself being guided on how To love you by the maps you call scars I find my self deeply invested in every Fragment and detail of what makes you Is it love? addiction? Or a mix of the two Or am I just addicted to loving you? Is this possession or devotion, or Am I devoted to being possessed by you. If iam to find my self vanishing into oblivion May you be the world unknown ~for athieno _apeede