Upon Seeing a Girl

If I could depart from reality, and overlook the night's mask upon the grieving girl, who exudes the royalty of my perceived utopia, then by words and emotions entwined and compelled, love could transform the mediocrity of my terabithia, into the enchanting vision of a heavens background, and create the paradox of a lover's xanadu For within her eyes, could lie the tremble of a paradise lost, found, imagined, and wished into the world of my endured isolation, by the mere greeting of strangers, I could be possessed again by the spirit of Romeo, and see within her eyes, the soul of my Juliet, Embarking on the foreshadowed promise of a poet's discovery of his eternal muse, Or assume that by her grace, I was meant to be salvaged from myself, and loved clean of every single lapse in faith Thus by a smile and unending moment, when eyes align and release gazes that pierce the pain of past, and deftly penetrate the pathway, to the secluded vulnerability of the rues and desires of the heart, I uncover the sweetness that sleeps within her presence, and she shelters the tenderness in mine, For a moment we know one another, and as we both know the magic that could be born from the innocence of a fortuitous meeting, Hearts alike shield themselves rather than risk future agony, As I am her and she is me, A goodbye is established before the hello infatuates us, Thus hearts alike choose to cherish the perfection of a romantic moment, And never degrade the only blink in time, when human nature allowed us to be "perfect" soul mates, by definition,