Poetry is not dead, yet...

Sometimes it is an engaging glance
happened just perchance;
Or an alluring smile
elevating spiritual ectasy for a while.
More than magic that transcends
it is love that our spirit's tether rends.
Weightless adulation releases the soul
and we are aloft, soaring above it all.
Awe...

For just a moment, until the moment is gone
I will enjoy the love of my beloved's song.