She dresses and fixes herself in such a way
that might make him turn his head
Eyes lined black, lips *** red,
Passing him with her seductive scent and catches the eyes from all, but him

His heart she holds, but time passed slow
Safe with her love, he chips at her confidence

She reigns

She's loved, and passionately enjoyed

Her beauty obvious...

She never fades...

But in his world she's apart of him, as they are one, and so in love....

He forgets the thing that sparked thier start.

He was handsome, unique with two shades of brown eyes
**** she thought with his scars, and crooked smile
In his shoulders she saw as *** inspired art

She still watches him with passion in her eyes, and reminds him exactly why

She was beauty.....

She still is, but what he sees.....

She forgets.

The love, the passion it's still there, but the stroking  words he forgets

And his sweet stroking words

she forgets.....