Her dark eyes,
beaming and fair.
Remind me to that of a doe,
Pleasant but hiding.
Dark eyes whispering sweet reference to her darkened hair.
Her skin is sunblessed, but she's darker still.
With legs that steal the breath from my lungs.
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She reminds me of a storm, crackling in the distance.
One that I don't think will ever truly arrive,
although i've tasted the rain, many times.
it never seems enough.
The storm left a time ago, but she has lingered ever since.
All of my crops died that year.
I've been begging for the sound that rain brings.
For she's heaven on my lips.

N.H.