Attacked at night on the minds battlefield,
by interrogating thoughts and abundant feelings...

There are not enough words in the English...
to describe who I was before I met you...

From your relaxed, smoothed hand-
Knuckles, bones, skin...

Before I met you,
my imagination was so appealing...

If I could pick one analogy
to describe the action...

I've set aside pages in my diary
to scribble your name in ink...

Somewhere a clock is ticking
Calendars have countdowns...

As if it's a malfunction in the brain,
my mind is not the same tonight...

Boldly I enter in,
to his captivating trance...

Vividly embroidered into her mind,
she remembers everything from that moment...

6 months ago...
Mascara flakes and salty tears...

Her pain remains unspecified
as she lay upon his soft plush bed...