you have more beauty in you than any one woman in the world. intimate moments lie in the shape of your eyes. champagne and roses fill the air in wake of your stride. wonder meets perfection in the fullness of your lips; the cutest little nose awaiting a lover’s gentle kiss. bearer of heart seemingly made of stone. stunner of men made of only flesh and bone.
The light dims. The fire dies. Darkness fills in the blanks. Sweet release. Tears against my cheek. Now met with the dissatisfying drought. Left alone in desolate cold. Fear overwhelms. Not fear of monsters or the simple unknown. Fear that when my eyes grow heavy I will never lift them again. I will become a stone. Unmoved and cold. To survive these nights alone.