WHENEVER I stare at her glowing eyes I can see the projections of her memories and sorrows
WHENEVER I listen to her talk I can't stop hearing her own tears drowning her
WHENEVER I smell her I can't stop thinking about the struggles she's suffering from pain detachment
WHENEVER I touch her skin I can feel her weak, fragile bones from the coldness
WHENEVER I kiss her I can taste the bitterness of her hatred to those who ruined her life

But...

EVERYTIME I gaze her two perfect worlds, I see the exact same utter beauty that became ubiquitous since the first time I saw her
EVERYTIME I heed her voice, I highly doubt about the universe being larger than my ears
EVERYTIME I smell her perfume, my brain becomes more active than when dreaming
EVERYTIME I slide my fingers to her body I can feel her pleasure of being taken cared of
EVERYTIME I taste her lips, the softness of it unables me to feel the surface of it

And both hers make me want to love her infinitely