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...

Darkness cascades down a chilled window
As lantern light illuminates from within...

You look so pretty
Begging from beneath my boot...

Rain caresses away the loneliness
Its droplets as soft as a lover's fingertips...

Her eyes house the souls
Of those she has contained...

The cobblestone ground
Wavered more than me...

Embrace my soul as spring showers
Quench the thirst of budding life...