If I was a lyric, you would be my inspiration,
The toll taken on the unpaved road leading to
the thicket of my soul.
If love had a liquid form, it would be a drizzle of you on a bed of my contentment.
You would be the bait of a thousand fishermen casting in unison and capturing leviathon,
Your eyes captivate me, they leave me somewhat severed and pleasantly dazed.
You’re caramel hue is the trappings of every dawn that ever burgeoned.
Your skin is an ivory calamity, devastating to the touch.
A lighthouse on the edge of an ocean of despair, a hopeful beacon, a promise of peace; an ever present armistice in the war for hearts.