the day i will stop loving him
is fanciful and fictitious

he makes me melt by his complexion
his granduer beauty and alluring charm

his voice makes me euphoric--
blossoming with jubilant

fire ignites within my lungs as i catch gaze of him
fire seeths within my alabaster skin,
boring holes into the precious epidermis

the affectionate, passionate feeling i feel when i see him--
its unexplainable and inexpressible

his jade eyes are the epidemy of color
a widespread concentration of lust

his voice is the sound of angels crooning
mellifluous, harmonious, dulcet

but once that pure, divine resonate had vanished
i hear of melancholy and despair; sorrow and despondancy

him