puisi q,,

Eyes similar to the closest star shining bright.
Her radiance catching every bit of my breath
 this is the embrace of something more than extravagant.
How may I describe the idea of something that is more than what is humanly imagined?
Three o’clock,
the hour the once dreamed beauty became real.
Her spring like essence warm and cool at the same time,
a smile that relaxes me just as the raining showers in April.
Dreaming,
dreaming and now reality,
she is beauty.
Dare I question her intentions as these thoughts quaking my mind may be nothing but a front?
A front that the reality of this dream is nothing but a world created in my head,
so as not to upset the balance of my dream bordering a nightmare.
The dream being this beauty is real and the nightmare wondering…
her eyes…
do they truly lay upon me?
Or am selfish?
Should I just be in awe to be in the presence of such a beauty?
One may wonder why I trouble myself with these thoughts,
but why not?
Why not enjoy and surround myself with the beauty granted to me by heaven.
With this I lay my thoughts to rest and just live the life with the beauty that is reality.
With eyes similar to the closest start shining bright…
she is a beauty.