It was not her ebony waves that have me ensnared
And though she had a gaze that reminded me of the forest, it is not why I care
Neither her alluring, Muse-like voice or dazzling, half-Moon smile are what have me enamoured
The words of this unparalleled seamstress of literary tapestries are what keep me lusting for more.
Poems and stories are the masterpieces that this artisan makes with love
Passion and dedication, grace and refinement, all far beyond what anyone can feasibly dream of
The grand and awe-inspiring visage of her holding the pen over a blank page is nothing short of divine
Behold Ex Nihilo, a glimpse of both the act of Creation and this goddess of mine.
A silent melody plays, a Siren-Song rhythm that is only seen
A thousand lexicons from a million libraries would never show all that she ever means
Another magnum opus done, an embodiment of all she believes in and more
I can only hope that one day, I would be one of those that she writes such beauty for.
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Envie De Voyager
RandomWanderlust: Strong longing for or impulse toward wandering (Merriam-Webster) We often think of 'wandering' as the act of going aimlessly from place to place; it is okay if you think that, you would not be wrong. To me, it means much more than just c...
