The twinkle in your eyes mesmerized my dark skies. The weatherman called for partly cloudy skies. I flew away when I looked through your time. Your eyes spoke rainy days, but your heart showed friendly skies!
Like a shooting star you illuminated the dark. You are the flashlight to my closed heart!
I was renewed when my past thoughts looked into you. You romanced the stone (my heart) and tears of water ran down my face.
I cried out to you in devotion.
You helped me release heartache and pain. You erased the space of left remains. You painted the portrait of my new face, a different name. Your alluring mind comes to life inside the withered frame.
God painted the Sistine Chapel of what remains. He left the foundation of virtue. A depiction of my mind-frame.