If words were cozy shelters, then quite surely I had found a castle hidden beneath her tongue.

She told me that Death terrified her, so I fell in love her. Now she'll forever live vicariously through the poetry that tumbles from my lips when I speak her name.

The only thing that's better than her smile,
is when it's thrown in my direction.

And the simplest whisper of your voice could make every hair on my neck stand at attention.