Her eyes are bright, burning stars,
Sapphires dancing within them vividly.
Her touch upon my cheek soft, gentle,
My skin tingles under her delicate fingers.
Her lips a bright, pink red,
Soft, inviting, calling me to them with whispers.
Her hair reminds me of silk, red, as a fire blazes.
Her face carved from a beauty,
The likes of which is unseen in history.
Her body, slender, long, perfect in it's own way.
She is the one
The one who makes my heart beat so fast,
I feel I cannot contain it,
The one who makes my blood burn within my veins,
And causes me to heat up.
The one who brings sweet air into my lungs, expelling
The sadness, the hurt, from my body.
The one looking over me in my dreams,
Catching me, should I fall.
She is... my angel.
Sapphires dancing within them vividly.
Her touch upon my cheek soft, gentle,
My skin tingles under her delicate fingers.
Her lips a bright, pink red,
Soft, inviting, calling me to them with whispers.
Her hair reminds me of silk, red, as a fire blazes.
Her face carved from a beauty,
The likes of which is unseen in history.
Her body, slender, long, perfect in it's own way.
She is the one
The one who makes my heart beat so fast,
I feel I cannot contain it,
The one who makes my blood burn within my veins,
And causes me to heat up.
The one who brings sweet air into my lungs, expelling
The sadness, the hurt, from my body.
The one looking over me in my dreams,
Catching me, should I fall.
She is... my angel.
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