Oh how you remind me of a true goddess.
Your eyes,
I swear as I look into them I can see your soul,
And my god it looks just like an angel.
Your hair,
Softer than the Egyptian Cotton sheets my childhood bed was wrapped in.
Your body,
I swear the gods must have designed you themselves.
Your smile,
Bright like a child's,
But luring like a siren.
And its got me curious about your lips.
The way they are shaped,
Filled with poison to intoxicate your lover.
Aphrodite has nothing on you,
For she was the goddess of love,
Luring people into her.
But someone just has to glance at you to be starstruck,
Like standing in front of the class for the first time.
My hands become sweaty as I try to form the words in my mouth to speak to you,
But you tie my tongue like a knot in a cherry stem.
As you give me a hug your scent reminds me of spring.
The light rain and the blooming flowers,
My heart coming back to life,
Like the earth after winter.
I say that someday I will tell you how you make my soul catch fire,
But you are forbidden for me.
And even if I attempted it,
My words would just fall out of my mouth like water out of a faucet.
I would stutter and never find the right words in either of the two languages I speak,
So they would just run down the drain..
~P.S.