Even a heart in despair
Is still able to care

well
you were made
of gunpowder
and
stardust,

and ****
it when
i touched you
my hands
trembled

but my fingers
dusted off
specks of
**glitter
and
gold

A present
From the heavens
Received over night
Unwrapped across
The Earth
A blanket of white

I am mesmerized, oh fantasized,
This beauty is something else.
I am a madman, oh street man,
I cannot see beyond myself.
I was asked, oh lover,
Why is your hair unkempt?
I said, “Let her, oh bring her,
For she is the cure to this ail.
Those eyes, oh amazing,
Those lips, oh am depressed.
Why do they give me a shock?
I am gone, torn and dead.
I want her to know,
She is that magician…they foretold.