Whot...

Above the scene of a pompous hill today
I went atop of it to pine for her sweetness- To partake!
The scent of sweet apple, peaches and freshly baked cakes
Where the skies bandied over whether to turn sweet lilac
to drape over the dull blue
or sour lemon to distinct light to its decor

Before its decision did it contemplate
An intrusion comes in between instead

Yonder
where lazy petals count for dozens
upon the grassy ground
I uncurl from absent minded thoughts
for afar a stranger has
triggered a curiosity too strong to resist

He remained attached at a patch of ripe green grass
his back to my sight
I moseyed across to say hi

When he did turn so did my heart
for such a man only existed
on Mother Goose and Brothers Grimm
But there over there stands him..

As damsels delight in such company
My heart jumped ship from reason- mutiny

For which daughter of Eve
would decline such a thief
whose looks are so gallant
he stole all but my dignity!

His hair I must say
is not at all a cliche
as hay yellow strands roll down past slight his shoulder and laid
His lips were like the tip of a sweet juicy peach
ripe red and tender to taste
like no other precious honey rejoicing wine..
The rest of him I daresay
is far more than marble carved statue from decades and decades

I bit my lip as I dare take one more sip
of bliss as I stared
dumbstruck all the way
He must've thought I've died walking halfway
I might as well have been!

Summer speaks of seeds as these
while spring blooms with sighs of envy
if he left would autumn bring
no songs for birds to hum and flowers swing?

Oh chances are he would have been
an angel with hidden feather wings
In perfection he was of the things
that tenors of words sing
of things that come from silver and gold
and yet so sad when fiction borders me for him to be hold