Brush stroke eyelashes

Flutter around eyes

As seep as the night

Sky with smiling lights

That shine bright than

The brightest

Star.

My God! Her smile;

It steals the breath

From my mouth,

Halts the words

From my tongue,

Send my lip between my

Teeth.

Her thin fingers trail

Over everything

With such grace that

It appears to be

Unbelievable because

Of how clumsy she can

Be.

I want her to smile and me and not him.

I wish to taste her fair, sweet lips.

I long to have her hands grace my skin.

She is everything that is perfection

That I will never know.