She has brown eyes.
Like a rich drawbridge holding stories within.
The details like cracks of her sorrow.
A subtle beauty yet nevertheless, radiant.
Her hair is unlike straw.
But rather wool.
It’s dark, like a hazy cloud in moonlight.
The cloud of smoke in my lungs.
Like the passion in her heart.
A fathomless burning sensation.
I gasp for air as she takes my breath away.