Would you mind Miss
If I wrote about you?
Would you get offended,
If I bragged about how you make me feel?
Would you care
If I raved on
About how how my heart leaps
When you smile?

Can I tell the world  
About your laugh?
Would you mind
If I told them that it's a Symphony?
Would you sigh
If they found out
That you're perfection
In it's purest forms?
That you're a masterpiece,
And that your smile
Should hang a while
In the best of the galleries.

You're amazing girl.
You're modern art.
Not everyone gets you,
But those who do
Knows what you're worth.

The Storm brews
On the horizon
Clouds conquering
The Sky.
Darkness devours
The dying sun
As I wait for it to arrive.

It hits with a great force.
Rocks me to the core.
However, I welcome it
As I fall to the floor.
The Storm possesses powers mystical
That compels me to bow down.
I smile quietly,
As the lightning adds jewels to her crown.

When you're feeling
truly alone;

Thinking that everyone
is forever gone

Don't worry,
don't feel too forlorn;

For I'll be beside you
I'll be your comfort zone.

Cool winds
caress my hair

As I lay
sitting there

Just thinking
how we used to care.

I want a glass of bubbles
To warm my icy throat
And thaw my tongue,
Which always seems to be too frozen
To say anything right.
And I want to chase the fire down
With your kisses.
I want my heart to slow down,
Just a little,
Enough to keep in time with my
Lazy thoughts of you.

I want to hear your voice
Like a velvet dress,
Clinging to my body
In whispers of never letting go.
And I want to feel cold again
While you go out for a smoke.

And I just want to watch you
As you tug on those **** sticks,
Looking like a kind of mystery
I could ponder over for years.

I want to watch the smoke come off your lips,
I think I’m learning to like the smell
Of your smoky clothes.
And suddenly I’m as addicted to you,
As you are to them.
And I’m jealous
Because I want to be your addiction
And suddenly I’m like a cigarette
And that’s weird.

Is it even possible,
To fall in love with,
A person you've never seen,
Or heard?

Is it even possible,
To fall in love with-
Out even seeing a glimpse,
Of her picture?

Is it even possible,
To fall for someone who you
Doesn't even know you, but you would
Love to hold her?

Is it even possible,
To fall for her by just going
Through her works,
And
Not even knowing if,
it was done by her?

As impossible as this
May seem,
I'll risk it all,
Just to write by her.