With widened eyes I take a look upward,
Some how magical;a sacred expectation,
It is too obvious that my vicinity,
too lame to withstand my expectation.
At a falling star I smile boldly,
I hold a hope,though
I soon will cope,
in the presence of all,
adverse madness and insanity.

Two days later,
I have changed views...

Here, right beside me she sits,
So much warmth evaporates my hurt.
Alas! I am anew
By the occurrence of her countenance;
The personal exposure to thy graceful spirit,
I bask joyfully,happy to be fortunate.
Eventually, I search no more
Now my eyes glare at thy angel before my stare