Thine eyes were first, earth angel mine To arrest the breath from within my lungs Lovely and deep blue pools, I drown in kind But naught a drop from heaven flung
Afterwards in reprieve to calm my wits That your flawless face should dawn And as tho' a corpse that escaped its crypt Your beauty dearest, resurrects dead songs
Where in my bones had lingered none. Oh how I should sing of heavens proved Having myself been saved yet undone For thou art gravity of the stars and moon...
My savior, delicate and fine, divinely saves Since my life has been touch by your grace today.
MY HERO
Inspired by a fellow writerscafe.org poet, with his own work with the same title. My poor attempt to sound genuinely Victorian... Laughable I'm sure... Sey la vie.