Over the moon

I hugged him right away and whispered in his ear I feel so close to your soul…

His expression was both, lively and tranquil like the thrilling flush of children after having cotton candy in the evening.
His fine forehead sloped gently up to where his hair was curved upward and bordering them like an armorial shield, burst into lovelocks and waves and ripples of deep blue water
His eyes were bright, big, clear and gazing at me with the cherry red hue formed on his cheeks
He was hovering over me, delicately and gently he tucked my hair aside and smiled with a curve formed on his face like a bow curved upward.
Curiosity of knowing how I feel about him in depth filled the vacillation of his mind and he asked me in soft and delicate voice,
how do you feel about me;
I was spellbound with his sweet gesture and was living in the dark, intense world of his eyes as the skyline splits in two he edged his way into me
I silently admired his enormous deep eyes with long lashes, lips like a Cupid’s bow rigged upward and high cheekbones.