The Heart Beneath Heels Poem by Ifeoluseyi ifeoluwapo Ifeyemi

I do not know what or how it feels
Except that my heart moves to my heels
All in a freaking freeze
Each moment you blow at me, like an evening breeze
For to move, would be crushing my heart,
Ooh how magical thou art!
You are like the sunset moving clouds
Littering the skies in mesmerizing shrouds
Ah yes!
like a bride's dress,
Thou art the vast poetic greens,
Enfilling my lines with insightful inks;
Making me plush at pen point.
Reason that i miss you like an idiot misses the point.
I'll sing of your grand grace
Which has made me a spectacle and literary ace!