Poetry

It is the way sea and your eyes
Match each other constantly
Both put a "spell" on the soul
Divers it, to where is poetry,

Golden sand is a reversible sight
Of your skin under sunlight
Painting, artists cannot find shape to fit
Music, no one has ever heard yet,

Sunset warms inner coldness I feel
As your voice sneaking gently
Daring me not to leave
I surrendered, willingly,

Chilling air is moving freely
I am drunk on love, entirely
Losing myself, completely
To the one who turns beauties into me.