Magestic

I cried the tune of a Gods heartbreak.
To return home to the highest heavens
of angels and saintly souls.
Then i realised you and how you
were sculpted by the very same hands that built light itself.
I saught the blinding golden light behind the gravitas of your eyes and then you appeared as if de ja vu had awakened and sent you to me like a gifted talent playing Chopin in my mind and our love again was reborn.
Your heart played like a child yet demanded respect as if you could fully know the expanse of the magnitude of difference and similarity between your victories and the honour given to them.