Her flush red lips, can take you into stupor,
Cherishing every grain of dirt upon her step.
With each move, a sparkle blinds me from her complexion
Yet how can I be the one her heart aches for?
I am nothing but an average man, with an average plan.
She longs for companionship, and I can give her more.
When we part, liquefied sadness drips upon her face.
Only to sprout a rose from the dirt it falls to.
This woman is like no other, so pure, so innocent.
Hair, more lustrous then the spectrum of gold.
Sleek body, as if looks could kill, it would be a massacre.
This girl is mine, and my heart aches for her.
