She is a goddess,
A star filled extraterrestrial diety.
Her hair is made of sunlight,
It shines over her shoulders,
Cascades down her back
In golden brown rays,
Her eyes are fields of grass
They blow through my mind,
Grow in my heart like weeds,
Taking over every thought.
Her body is made of mountains,
Valleys that dip perfectly,
My hands know them by memory
Finding every piece in the dark.
Her words are magical,
They echo despite her whispers,
Ring so loud they become screams,
I just can't listen anymore.
I had her for such a short time,
She loved me,
I forgot that meant I needed
To love her back.