Elixir - The Magical Potion

She's a rare passionate soul with chaos in her love, broken, but like a fallen angel soaring above. She's ambitious, bold and audacious. There was an illuminating enigma in her darkness, for some reason I loved the gorgeous mess. That was my moment of epiphany, I fell in love with her beautiful symphony. She saw through all the evil in me  and still chose to believe in me. Her kiss more intoxicating than any wine, her eyes made the whole night shine. In her love I drown myself deeper everyday, it's in her arms, forever, I wish to lay. The gravity of her beautiful cluttered mind so strong, the madness of her love pulling me, I'm in its thrall. In her heart, in love with her, I want to dwell in forever, I love her just the way she does, no pretend, nothing fake, whatsoever.

His place was teeming with her presence, her vibe so strong, he felt it even in her absence; The fragrance of her exquisite perfume in his room, still lingered, smelled like fresh lilac bloom; The crumpled sheet on his bed,  brought back all those lovely memories they made; Her lipstick mark on his coffee cup, all the sweetness of her lips stirred up; The tiny earring that she dropped on the kitchen floor, while kissing him standing near the door; Her hair smelled like fresh apple blossom, so silky smooth supple and awesome. Wearing the white shirt that she got for him, danced to their favourite song with the light dim; He hears the wind still humming the tune of their songs, the sweet melody, with her, his heart belongs. 

 I don't want to wake up as it hurts to let go of a beautiful dream like you. I want to hold onto your image, cling on to the idea of you. A dream like this is better than a thousand realities, For this I want to sleep many infinities. Make my dreams your home, For you I'll make it cozy and warm. Stay in my head and heart forever,  Darling, you will love it here and want to leave never. You are my one and only favourite dream. My bright, shining starry gleam.

 I'm like a bird stuck in the gale, with my wings feeling weak and my might,  pale. The powerful wind of my cluttered mind so strong, this will-power of mine now feeble and seems everything is wrong. No matter how much I flutter and flap, I'll still stumble and fall in this trap. Exhausted by the burden to fly soaring high, and hit by the expectations, I fall in my own eye. The gale, now, turning into a strong storm, my wings tired, cold and no place where I can feel warm. With the storm setting in and everything turning dark, seems even after so much toil, I'm unable to leave any kind of mark. With the setting sun I too disappear, disappointed and alone, this loud silence is all I hear.