I think I'm in love.
How can I really know if I'm in love though?
Is love knowing how many kisses fit between her eyes?
What about looking at her and being blown away every time?

I'm pretty certain I'm in love.
I spend the sleepless nights thinking about how her hair falls when I play with it.
I think about caressing her fair skin as I kiss the back of her neck.
I think about her lips brushing against me and shiver, every single time.

I know I'm in love.
When she lays on me I feel her breathing, our heartbeats aligning.
She face flushes and her hair floats down to cover her beautiful face.
Her absolute perfection shines over me, and I can't help but stare.

I'm totally in love.
The sound of her name is more pleasing than anything the greatest composers could ever write.
Her body is easily comparable to the Greek's idea of perfection.
Her mind works so ingeniously I have to take a step back, in order to even understand the brilliance behind every comment.

I'm in love with her.

Remember when you said you loved me?
I do recall this when the night returns,
how could you bear to lie so carelessly?
But a simple kiss was all I yearned.
This eternal night in which I now reside,
silences all hope for your redemption.
I could not imagine for you to lie,
this is but a false realization.
Something begins to grow inside my heart,
the spark of life and love slowly dying.
I thought you were a lovely piece of art,
but now I realize you were lying.
I wish and I pray but you only left,
one final kiss from my Angel of Death.