Her Countenance - My Woning Of Elation. Poem by Gerald Opio

Her facial expressions.
Unfathomable to human mind.
Her gaze so tender, affectionately empowered;
With compassion.
As nesh as a toddler.

Her eyes, with pupils that dilate at the perception of a romantic grope.
When we stood next to each other with our shoulders touching;
My mind extrapolated into another realm.
An ethereal feeling it begot.

Her facial traits, unyieldingly attuned to them.
A single glance at her lascious lips; casts illusionary fantasies in my mind,
espousing euphoric exclaimations only known to my heart; projecting an indispensable craving so eccentric.

Her countenance, the origin of my elation - my joyous roots.
My derivation of delight; relinquishing to the embers of my heart and soul.
Replenishing my memory with ecstasy worth reminiscing.
Hence reliving every stare of astonishment tenaciously.