Elixir - The Magical Potion

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. 

 Her love made him a mushy vivid writer, for all his life he'd been a tough fighter. Now, the very thought of her makes him smile; Ah! Her smile, many wars it can reconcile. Now, the very thought of her brings happiness to his life, He's calm, cheerful, positive sans strife. Now, the very thought of her makes him oblivious, his smile, making his feelings for her very obvious. Now, when someone takes her name,  he either blushes or rage makes him go insane. She showed him what love truly is, Now he is her's and she is his!

 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.