Blame it on The Wind

Ode to Her Highness

Listen

As I speak of the one who harnesses the beauty of Heaven in her eyes

Gazing longingly at the face that was handcrafted by Freyja herself

Every word that pours out of her mouth, and into the cup of salvation

Are words that I will use to nourish myself so that I may bestow unto her my all

Look

As I reach out and touch her with the strength a thousand men

Burning with the intensity of a thousand suns

Not even the hands of God could strike hard enough to remove me from her presence

I step into her ocean, and I wait as the tide eradicates those who could never love her

the way I do

To the one with the rose quartz hair, her highness

An Ode

I will forever wait for you my love