…her picture talks to me as i stare into her eyes…endless color which would make God cry…
realizing he can never top this most amazing feat he would die.

Her symmetry redefines the curve…she is diamond perfection. Her skin would be satin under my fingertips…to know her fare would be all of Ireland’s green fused with [ Jesus’ second cousin on his Mother’s side…]
all the yellow of our Sun…beautiful from any angle you can’t escape its rays.
In the same way, i’m devoured by Her gaze…completely consumed…
oh! to have her here next to me…I’d be come complete.
Now i know why my heart’s been half-empty my whole life…i hadn’t seen her yet
Oh! to hold her hand in mine as i recite to her my heart written on pages: formed into bits of my
true intention, hopes and dreams…
her beauty’s still sitting all over my face…her supple frame outlined with a liquid gold…
her glow lights my path. i refuse to even blink, in fear of missing out on this fireworks display,
encased in a jewel treasure chest; open and spilling out its luster…astounding our privileged eyes
branding our memory…

Her picture mocks me…tells me i should kill myself today.