Simple beauty, so unknowing.
Green eyes that command love.
I have waited for her and here she is.
PERFECTION
here in my arms.
Holding my hands,
Holding me tight.
But I cannot help but wonder
if this
IS
lust or love, but I know that
I no longer care.
It was meant to be.
Fate guided me to
HER.
I CANNOT
ignore this sense of
foreboding; of loss.
But even so, caution has long
been sent to the winds of
carelessness and youth.
I want her. Need her.
Love her. I cannot
DENY
