Prose of a poem

Ink poems that honesty of emotions are hidden into proverbial riddles...could be reciprocal if you were vocal yet instead provoke glares from the periodic glances of stares of those fiery yet erotic & mesmerizing eyes like watching glimpses of the sunrise at dawn seems equally, I m compelled by captivating thoughts of you infesting furthermore behavioral patterns become twisted zigzags thru the corridors that veranda my brain you are excellent like whiskey on winter nights...sleeping beauty awake let me whisper the balance of the elements of life cupping your caramel face like a sphere was a globe in our hands intertwined like the mystic of ancient mystery that unravels the laws of attraction...with you... passion doesnt whither so now our skies are clearer making open communication better like enhanced pictures you are a sooner rather than later kinda situation the mutuality is unconditional knowing you are an oasis in a desert the sanity to a psychosis you are the zeal that seals a joy to feel a dream to wish real a magical potion that heals so whats the deal like the side effects of herbal supplements when you look away like a timid mermaid trace yourr anatomy like scuplturing goddesses outta ceramic into frescoes you are an unfinished masterpiece ur enigmatic beauty reflects your aura & charisma so when anger knocks let your dynamic smile relish memories of these arms...day into a restless pen rambling what art thou know...