Her hair flows like an ebony ocean down her cocoa colored skin, her hazel eyes enticed me with their innocence and absence of sin. How I wish I could lay my head on her breast, just to hear her heart beating again. I would climb any mountain or take any test, though I thought about joining her I always decided to refrain. I miss the taste of her lips, vanilla chapstick with a mysterious ingredient that made me addicted. Through all the psychology not one could give any worthy tips, none that could help ease my mind which is now conflicted. Should I move on and begin my search for a new queen? Or should I spend the rest of my life clutching at a hole in my heart. There is only one type of woman with which I wouldn't mind being seen, only one type that I would give my cherry tart. I marked my flesh so that I could never let myself forget her, every scar another memory of my greatest love. I know I have to move on and stop allowing my past to stir, I have hope that one day I can rise above. She will always be in my heart but there is still a queen out there waiting for me, she is waiting for a guy like me to show up and treat here the way she deserves to be treated. One day when we're both old she will see, that my quest for a mate forever would finally be completed.
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How to love
PoetryA love story I wrote for a woman that passed before I had the courage to confess my feelings for her.
