Her

Her eyes are dark and mysterious as endless space, Her hair is as sweet and soft bed of flowers. Her angelic softness is beyond belief, imperfect to perfection. Her embrace, that rejuvenating warmth that illumination from her being. she clings to my mind like a cute parasite, burrowing into the cracks of my dreams my thoughts are swallowed away by her magnificence and I can't help but feed that desire. Her presence cradles my soul with brut force. i pray that one day my soul will evolve and move on, but every time I inch away, she bursts from my heart like butterfly and flutters around my conscious, unwilling to be caught. i am but a shy lion, afraid to roar at the setting sun as it slips away, day after day.