A Shred of Divinity

There is a common saying about those in love,

"Their relationship is so beautiful, it will never die."

And on the surface that is truth.

Yet when she looked at me with those eyes like springs finest garden

I did not see an eternity in her gaze,

But a fleeting moment of heaven,

Or perhaps the depths of the underworld,

Where wine red stained lips from pomegranate juice is a promise

and the howling souls are a melody.

The way she danced on a warm winters evening as the wind danced

with her, made her highborn siblings cry from jealousy.

The movements she made as I watched her,

Every spin and laugh a piece of divinity so fleeting I would die for

every moment.

Dark smudged gazes and sharpened teeth seemed so sweet on her,

Like the scent of roses, the same delicious smell no matter the

 name.

I did not see an eternity in her gaze.

I saw a fleeting moment of heaven,

Of the underworld,

And perhaps, if I looked a little closer;

A promise.