Why is it that when I start to feel alive,
It feels like the wrong thing to do?

Why is it that I am convinced that I don't deserve the greatness I'm gifted?

Why is it that the warmth I feel is always quickly faded and frozen?

Why is it that when it feels like the final victory, the war is just beginning?

Why is it that I am secretly the monster I swore to despise?

~S.C. Kelley

i touched your soul
and scribbled my name on it
love, you’ll never get lost again

You are indescribably beautiful.
More than your breathtaking smile.
Or the way you look at me with those gorgeous brown eyes.
You are beautiful in this supernatural way that makes me yearn for an explanation.

It is such a beauty that makes me feel complete.
A tremendous burst of euphoria and bliss just by the thought of you.
Your bewitching emanation that makes my soul electrify.
As if we were split in a ****** world to search for one another.

Your immense beauty that is far beyond the physical.
It makes me suffer in the most amazing way.
Forces me to watch every careful step,
To not shatter the perfection of a thousand lifetimes.

A beauty that makes the world seem brand new and brilliant.
You make the flowers bloom fuller,
The grass greener,
And the birds sing finer.

You are the deity my heart has struggled to search for,
The divinity my soul has craved,
And the magnificence I have only dreamt of.
Your presence makes this life hold a more significant meaning.

You are the loveliest being,
I have ever had the pleasure of sharing an existence with.
You cause this intoxication in my very soul,
And make my heart skip every beat in the most tremendous way.

You have brought new meaning to my life.
Things that were once a blur now makes sense.
You have given love "at first sight" a true meaning.

~S.C. Kelley

Your infectious smile,
Like a drug with uncontrollable side effects.

That real, genuine laugh,
Sweet like damp pines.

Those piercing, beautiful eyes,
Sharp enough to rip through my chest and suffocate my heart.

The lips that drew me in,
Like rosy vines tugging at my soul.

Your fine brown hair,
That tangled my mind with absolute rapture.

Arms of ivory gold,
Wrapping me safely with false bliss.

Your angelic body,
Tailored so perfectly to mine like destiny.

A soothing voice of honey,
I could listen to for hours with a simper reply.

That is just the beginning,
Of what makes you lovely.

Only the start,
To a story of your undying loveliness.

~S.C. Kelley