If this prison of a heart could ever be unlocked she would be the key. She's purest of joy I've ever known, The goddess of love. cupids dance at the edges of her heart, allergic to lies honesty is her pride. Suffocated by ropes of sorrows, she untied them and climb to lands of joy. Her smile awakens the smell of roses, an inspiration for poets to compose with sincerity. She's clearity in fogs of uncertainty. If I am to be a pirate then She's the only treasure I'd ever need. Enticing,alluring, comely, angelic serein and mesmeric lady
She's a lover, the light in the dark, a kind gentle heart I cannot touch. urges surging feelings emerging, I am conflicted I know not of love while she is core of it. I see her everywhere but nowhere so I search.. I long.. and I yearn.. for her but she is far from my reach I can only hope that our hearts are in synch.
When I wrote this I was thinking about her and nothing else love consume us all but is this love?