Ella Poem by Gloom Cloud

Ella



Her beauty is a melody that lingers in the breeze,
The breeze that makes all my hairs stand on end,
That distant jangling, is so rich in sound,
I love to hear her speak.
As she pierces my soul with those haunting eyes,
A spirited union of two halves that become one,
Synchronicity.
How can i possibly describe this feeling, any better than with the loud passionate thuds upon the chamber doors of my heart?
Be still.
As i live and breathe

Sunday, August 17, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: Passion
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
Close
Error Success