Our Fear

"I..just..", - you didn't know how to understand or describe the feeling. You loved her. You loved her voice, which was like a nightingale singing. Her hair, like a fire in which you could bury your hands, it was so soft, and sometimes it got very frizzy because of moisture, or because of a bad mood. Her eyes, which turned a yellow-green hue in the sun, and in the shade like a clear and calm sky, sometimes her eyes were like a hurricane pulling enticingly behind her. Her skin, from which I did not want to tear away, her smell, taste, and the sensation of warmth. Lips so soft you could feel them just by looking at them. And she loved you.