Leaving the compassion of her fingers,

I sat with the grass long,

While on her feet she staggered;

I started to stare before,

She finally sat in waiting with me,

Pulling the hair from her face,

So could see her eyes like autumn leaves;

She turned her body,

Ever so slightly for me,

To tie her locks with black lace,

Leaving one with intention,

I raised the lid of a box,

And took out a shiny bored blade,

And sharpened the black of charcoal,

As I slowly looked at her in life;

From inside the little black box,

I drew paper flimsy and white,

And marked with my signature sign,

Along with her dark nosy route;

As she talked to me with voice quite steady,

Unlike her brow moving ever so hyper,

With her speech she used her hands to talk,

As if I was deaf when her eyes I did admire,

Leaving her pupils un-drawn I made out the lashes,

Which gracefully moved with her blinking blinks,

When I finished with that strip,

I start off the lips,

That I was ready to kiss,

Forgetting all my own tips I leaned foward,

But hid it with a move of her jaw

But as I gained back my focus,

I continued close to that I place,

Curving at her un-clefted chin,

That I only in blurs I saw,

Her neck was easy thin not long,

Nor short to the shoulders,

I headed northeast,

To her elfish ear,

With an ignorance of its individuality,

Again I headed north,

But to a northern west,

To the widow’s peak of her hair,

Letting the strands of a lock unravel to the paper,

While the higher was in a bun,

Almost invisible to the paper I held,

Strands were left behind,

In front of her ear left,

As well as a diamond shine,

On the free lobe of ear,

I added more details,

Such as shades and wrinkles smooth,

But when I took a breath,

And looked into her eyes,

I for all intents and purposes froze my position,

“What?” she said to me in her voice gentle,

I tried to answer but my voice cracked,

“When I look into your eyes,

I meet my despise,

Of how I cant speak,

When my knees turn weak,

And how my lungs are still,

Because you do fulfill,

You fulfill me with your glance of a look,

Often times just lines without a hook…

You fulfill me with your gracious smile,

Just another flirt to file…

You fulfill me with your tempting voice,

Like it’s not even your choice…

You fulfill me with your gentle walk,

As you’ve shown you can talk the talk…

You fulfill me with your sweet mentality,

So far from the true reality…

You fulfill me with your intuition,

True and false in the same position…

If you’d fulfill me with a daring kiss,

It would feel nothing short of bliss…

When I look into your eyes,

I see my despise,

Of how I cant speak,

When my knees turn weak,

And how my lungs freeze,

Because you give off a breeze…

You give off a breeze of inspiration,

That holds a bit of aggravation…

You give off a breeze of happiness,

To add to my craziness…

You give off a breeze of temptation,

Signifying a bit of determination…

I wish you’d breeze by the sign of a kiss,

And bring daring bliss….

When I look into your eyes,

I see my despise,

Of how I cant speak,

When my knees turn weak,

And how my lungs burn like fire,

Because you do inspire…

You inspire me with your gentle touch,

That may or may not be a little bit much…”

But before I was done,

She leaned over to me just to say,

“Bliss, huh,”

Then she kissed me,

With lips tender and pink,

And terrible hate,

Fulfilled me,

So I broke off.

Looking into her eyes,

I met my despise,

Of how I couldn’t speak,

When my knee’s turned weak,

And my lungs still,

For she did fulfill,

Me with terror and hate