If only I could begin to describe her

Eyes, cool as ice, blue as glaciers melting in Montana's summer

Her every expression painted on the corners of her mouth, the bridge of her slender, button nose, her eyes they are captured

Her emotions intertwined with her brows and the crevices lightly carved into her forehead, it all sweeps my mind away, the former


Telling you her name would be a crime

It doesn't matter for our encounters are lost in time

For she has already forgot of me

Is it wrong to write of what a person frozen in those memories I can see?

She shall never die

For in my words she shall lye

Only those of magnificent souls

Might've been chose


For I fall in love

So my heart breaks and destruction comes to the dove