She stood on a cliff looking over at the sea in the near site in her eyes. She covered her hair with a wonderfully made scarf as the wind would tickle her hair like fingertips running threw it. The waves changing colors as Acrylics on a painting. How a rainbow combines the crayolas in a box reminded her of how the sea and sky meets the eye. Her thoughts would go in and out as her dress would wave around her legs. But to release the words from her lips was as hard as dark chocolate from one's tongue. It melts into her mouth as she regrets not being able to get out a embracing emotion for one to feel her soul. To love her is to see her soul, to understand her is to have knowledge of the world in your hands. To see her beauty is like watching ducks skip across the water with grace. To sing her song like her voice is like being next to Shakespeare as he created a musical art in Monty for all to hear. Her thoughts went threw her head like a horse race with many of bets on each horse. Her fears reminds you of a kite in the air up and down and all around. And she stood there looking out into the sea wondering what will come of thee as he isn't here with me. My hands are empty but my heart is full. As he sails home. She dreams of running into his arms and feeling home. As the wind blows she protects her home and keeps the light burning so he can find his way with every breath he takes. All he thinks is when he gets to her and grab her up and feel her body into his as she can't tell him no.
