Look Of Desire Poem by Fate McFate

The venom of her eyes
veered my perception of royalty.
A jargon of the pessimists
couldn't catastrophe the beauty.

The chasm in my heart
dead of phony flamboyance
had a fountain blissfully sprout
resuscitating it's prudence.

Like a crest surfing adventure;
though with a wisp acquaintance,
my feeble desire got a rapture
after I drunk her exuberance.

She gave my soul a tranquil gaze
as I adored her jolly serenity.
I felt satisfaction of her eyes' glare
if only I'll cling there for eternity.