Nov 2015
Carmel skin catches the moonlight
Wicked, wild curls
Cascade down her back,
brushing the waves of the sea.
Her scar shines over hear heart like a beacon,
Captivating me with a single glance.
My God,
Could a more perfect creature be?
Wicked, wild curls
Cascade down her back,
brushing the waves of the sea.
Her scar shines over hear heart like a beacon,
Captivating me with a single glance.
My God,
Could a more perfect creature be?
This poem is from a story that I am writing, it's the main character's visual of his love interest.
