(Avic V., falling in love for the nth time)
in her eyes, an endlessness pure
a depth untold with crystal sparkles
transparent as ice.
her eyelids open
with the freshness of mornings
with the lushness of evenings.
her lips part
like wings of a butterfly.
and her breath –
a garland of mist
so warm with the fragrance
(on the face of a beloved shows
the patina of love that glows
a marvelous countenance so mild
the eyes of her lover, beguiled.)
falling-in-love and falling-out-of-love
is appalling reason.
(c) 2001 Chito L. Aguilar