Soft sweet tender kiss.
She is heavens mist.
A loving lullaby.
Lays inside her eyes.
She tells tender truths.
And the whitest lies.
She knows heavens sin.
She has golden skin.

Raging red hot rain.
Falls before her face.
Teaching children pain.
The wretched sadness fights.
Showing no restraints.
Her emotions were brazen.
Worn proud like diamonds and gold.
Showcasing gloriously the gifts of old.

I was a fool for her aged allure.
Holding on to her like alcoholics did wine.
And she was also divine.
Showing perfection that plauged my sleep.
My addiction was deep.
In sleep and in waking she was on my mind.
I couldn't help but covert her.
Though she didn't even want me.

The sun shone through her jaspillite eyes.
Showing shimmering lighting with just a glance.
I was fixed to the fictional nature of her majesty.
Mystic madness made me want her more.
Her fleeting beauty was like a shutting door.
An ending that just started.
For her I'd become light.
For her I'd switch off night.

The midnight began to twinkle.
As the stars shed their final tears.
You were in their minds to.
Causing havoc and mayhem.
Anarchy was the truth of your beauty.
Complete insanity is what you lead to.
You are the sweetest lie.
A tear from a timid cry.

The morning rose again.
Beckoning new horrors to my side.
She was grotesque.
The sweetest morbid evil.
A honey eyed mistress of death.
She wore a dress of shadows.
She was shrouded in mystery.
And she taught me true misery.

She was a lesson that could not be learned.
A love and lust made to be yearned.