To see her face is to look into the sun,
An angel wrapped in human flesh,
Love radiates from her pores,
Heat drowns out all thought,
All that is, was, or will be merges into love for her.
To know she only sees me is to know I am below her,
Passion soars into new realms at a touch,
Reasons I exist easily found when I am with her,
Souls leave our bodies to become one,
Every inch of our beings sink into each other,
Euphoric silence fills us as we devour each other's desire.
Words come to mind to express the feeling,
Which consumes me every waken moment,
All fall short of her sweet beauty,
Blinded by the power that all need and want,
Running through the chaos of life in search,
To stumble upon what I seek.
Fate's hands tied to strings,
A noose around your heart,
Grace favors the blade you hold dear,
I have found what I seek.
BY: Robert Stockten
