Since divine love revealed her eyes to my heart, whenever I go back inside, closing the gates of sight to the outside world, my soul dwell into my heart surrounded by her eyes.
Whenever my heart aches missing Her, her eyes are a beacon of hope being so close to my soul.
It’s like the abyss reflects in the sparks of lights moulded in the shadows of her beautiful and mystical eyes.
Her being is embedded all over the sensations translated through my heart sealed with her sight. My being keeps floating on the surface of skipped heartbeats, looking at her existence.
Hands are touching, lips kissing, eyes looking, bending mind thoughts into feeling like one, losing the sense of my Self into her being.
Moments that keep on going over and over. And is no one inside to have a presence, only the void of love as a balm of our souls dipped into oblivion.
Her look burns my Self and ashes of its memories scatter into the wind of love blowing mild over our existence.
Nothing is left inside me after the storm of sensations moulding every corner of my being with a blatant feeling of love lost into her eyes.