I’m not sure what your heart desires to hear. Or what your emotions truly can feel, but I stare upon your face to yet find empathy. Her eyes are soft and but yet blinded, due to the openness of her easygoing soul. Her smile conceals the relapse of many heart aches. And if closely examined her gestures show her hidden insecurities. But she is beautiful, she will find the happiness she strives for and is entitled to. So fragile but so strong
She is.

I watch my woman waltz aside the sun’s raise as her shadow follows her in between the cracks of the ground. Her shadow struts as elegant as she does.

My admiration toward her beauty makes me feel the emotion obsession. I yearn for you like the unwanted trash that a bum would kill for. Urge for your kisses as the distance between us deepens. Your cheeks blush like the rose petals that float on the rivers surface. I can ask for nomore, it would be selfish of me to do so. But to ask that you keep me feeling this way would be highly appreciated.