She smiles at me as we watch the stars.
Her smile, it reminds me of distant memories,
The kind you forget despite how good they are.
She is not a woman of chance,
No, she is a doer.
She can not be made a prisoner,
She can not be forced into obedience.
She is a prize one must deserve.
She is a fire cracker,
An explosion that sends me into a brilliant daze,
A beauty that is missed if you blink.
She is fierce,
And she doesn't need anyone to guide her.
Her eyes are grandoise forrests.
I enjoy exploring their depths endlessly.
She is an adventure and I am a wandering soul,
Waiting to discover the mysteries that lie within her.
I pull her closer,
And I am amazed when she leans in.
My heart stutters in her presence,
But I believe that only makes her smile more.
I gaze at her strawberry cheeks,
That brightness an array of roses in comparison to my own pale tones.
She is the life that fills the earth,
And I wonder why she remains at the side of a walking corpse.
She notices my stare and clings tighter to my shirt,
Pulling me in.
Before I can ask what is on her mind,
Her lips are pressed to mine,
And I melt against her.
The kiss is sugary sweet,
Her lips are soft and plump,
Just as I had imagined them to be.
I don't hold back.
As we gasp for air,
Unfortunate that our love could not suffice,
I smile.
I really smile.
I tuck her hair behind her ear,
I look deeply into those mysterious eyes,
And I smile.
And she remains in my arms,
And I hold her,
And the stars continue to shine on the world,
And it is wonderful,
She is wonderful.
And I love her.
