When Love Bites
Waking up to an ordinary day,
Usual routines with a headache not far away.
The annoyance of the hassle,
That’s too much to bear.
The lingering lines meandering here and there,
As each looked at the next, only to see a sight of despair.
Suddenly, as if the lights flickered on and off, I looked around,
For that moment I was swallowed by ecstasy.
It was beauty that left a scar,
A sting that penetrated the deepest fathoms of my heart.
I could not glimpse, only stare,
It was the medusa of love.
Her skin smooth as fresh milk,
And eyes of the sandiest brown,
Nails that gleamed like coral sands,
And hair that whistled like a gentle stream.
The lips were the rosiest pink, as if all the petals gave their colour to her,
Teeth white, as if Santa Claus had bought extra snow,
Cheek bones sculpted by angles,
And a smile that eclipsed the moon.
I stood still,
As if there was an artic chill.
I could not speak or think, for I knew,
This was not an ordinary day
~VRL
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