Love Her He Does

October 18, 2014

What can I say?

She is a beauty to behold

A laugh carried by the breeze

A star twinkling in his dark night

She won't admit her talent

But he sure will

And cares more for the lost

Than herself

Every conversation is deep

And yet light and airy

Words come naturally

Like they were meant to be

She is radiant both body and soul

Flaming red hair

And orange flecked brown eyes

With a soul to match

She hates wearing shoes

Instead preferring bare feet

Because she like to feel grass

In between her toes as she runs

She is passionate about much

And constantly sings

Music in her soul is always playing

And love her he does

I can see that he wouldn't mind

Sitting there for several eternities

Listening to her laugh and sing

And loving her for forever

But even though given all of this

She does not love

The very same boy who I have

For eternal years

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