A poem speaking about your beauty gets old to me.

          Countless rough drafts millions of crumbled pieces of paper nothing makes sense to me.    
            I am not one to cater but inspire.

Describing a goddess in whence
she is one with                      
        
                   nature & fire.

             A soul mate is called  a twin flame
    
            but mostly likely you will get stuck alone in the rain if you want her to remain it's strange....
          how I don't want to impress you.
                          I am me.
    And I've embarrassed myself too many times but I guess I'm trying to set a record.