it's not about your silky touch of gold,
or what draws me to your world,
I can only begin to imagine that.
I guess I'm obsessed, drawn by the madness,
of which I am indebted.
but you're a sinner,
wholehearted winner,
the one who stole my heart,
not to mention the apple of the ripe,
I am forever truly eager for a bite.
I can't help but find myself lost in depth,
of your deep blue eyes & ocean-like soul.