Walking Poetry

A jumble of aesthetic literature

He is a walking poetry

He's got those deep black eyes

Emitting strongest gravity

He's a living mystery

Only I wanna solve

He's my only sun

That I wanna revolve

He is living the life of perfection

A whole man-made from aphrodite's collection

A demon so invincible

Shattering all my principles

He's got that charm

That trapped me a slave for lifetime

I don't even regret

Cos not falling for him is the biggest crime

Constellation of those moles in his celestial face

It is a pleasure to get lost in that tiny dark space

Fools watch the sky to look at stars

I just watch him

Shining brighter than the stars that try hard

Those black eyes intense than the black holes

Where no escape is possible

But who would even regret

To die in his eyes and go invisible