Breeze of happiness

Breeze of her drizzling smile
when embraces my withered heart,
it abstracts the roots of the
unsacred oaths I took in love -
trunk of obsession and captivation
imprinted in nostalgia - and
fructifies the soil of this uncultivated life
by blossoming the lacerated
branches of my soul.

Taste of bitterness from the
ripe and fancy fruit of infatuation
absorbed by my lips
during the salad days
gradually evaporates in the
snugness of her
entangled hugs, moonlit kisses
and decaying of my dreams sway
when she yawns with her
rejuvenating breath and auspicious eyes.

Please do not nominate.