Moving On, Yea?

She meant the entire Universe and back to him.
A woman more stunning than plethoras of wet roses struck by such an eye-catching glare while flowing to the winds of serenity. Winds of serenity she made him feel through his lungs whenever her lips pressed against his.
And,
All he can think about is how he sunk into a rabbit hole of despair,
While watching her close it…

But,
As he watches her lay down a new foundation,
His hopeful,
Yet brittle soul springs back into life through epiphanies brought to Him by His need for, Peace,
While he laid on his bed as a shattered man…
How he wishes to believe She used the toughest cement,
Even if he couldn’t see quite clearly…