She's
not just a girl.
No, one cannot simply
call her a girl.

She's
a storm,
a storm with skin, bound by
passion and dreams.

She's
a temptation,
her body a fire,
My senses a helpless moth.

She's
a maestro,
her laugh being
the sweetest symphony of all.

She's
a lioness,
the way she perseveres,
fights, and defends.

She's
a diamond,
brilliant and rare,
to be cherished and protected.

She's
a mile,
but only if
beauty was an inch.

She's got an old soul
older than mountains,
older than the rain
It was probably there when
the rivers first ran free
Older than the earth, maybe
One of the first stars
The brightest supernova
she dove in, beautifully, on a crystal comet
straight out of the Universe

she's seemed like starlight ever since

she's beautiful

the way that her black hair reflected the firelight made me feel alive
made everything feel slightly more real

I pushed her hair behind her ear
it was dancing freely in the wind
and I pushed it behind her right ear
and she smiled at me

she smiled at me
my heart danced and sang and rejoiced
she's an angel who says I could lead her to death
she told me she'd follow me anywhere
I said "I would never ask you to"

I would ask her to
I'm leaving in three months