Loving her is like reading a book.
Each day that passes is a new adventure...

A canvas simply can not capture
The beauty of her rebirth...

Words hover on trembling lips
While the heart yearns for a love...

My shining star,
When the night is late...

Irrefutable passion sweetens forbidden lips,
Ones I crave to feel dancing along my skin...

The thunderous pound
Of feet running over ground...

A caged bird sings soft
Her lonesome call echoes through...

She is like the northern lights -
Fluidly extravagant amongst chaotic beauty...

Her kiss tastes of heaven, and of hell.
Brimstone colors her lips...

A stolen soul
And a heart to match...

How does one ignore
The urge to take her hand...

The ocean calls to me -
Her siren song so captivatingly harmonious...