the day i will stop loving him
is fanciful and fictitious
he makes me melt by his complexion
his granduer beauty and alluring charm
his voice makes me euphoric--
blossoming with jubilant
fire ignites within my lungs as i catch gaze of him
fire seeths within my alabaster skin,
boring holes into the precious epidermis
the affectionate, passionate feeling i feel when i see him--
its unexplainable and inexpressible
his jade eyes are the epidemy of color
a widespread concentration of lust
his voice is the sound of angels crooning
mellifluous, harmonious, dulcet
but once that pure, divine resonate had vanished
i hear of melancholy and despair; sorrow and despondancy
him
