A Desire So Great

I used a bunch of metaphors and simileis to express how much a man loves a woman.

Her love is a star that I cannot reach; a diamond that I will never be able to afford.

She runs at a pace that I must sprint to catch up but am never fast enough.

 If you saw her smile, you'd say it was the reason the sun came out, but dangerous to look at for too long.

Hearing her voice is taking a long drink of ice water on a hot summer day and she avoids my eyes coyly as the words stumble out of her mouth.

A woman with murky eyes that see through me; past my soul and she knows who I am; what I am. If you find her spirit, catch it for me because it is wild and I wish I could feel it everywhere I go.

With feelings more fragile than a baby, fear that if I drop her, she breaks.

A bleeding heart and no matter how many times I try to patch it up, she is cut once more.

She dances with a passion of the gypsies, and I watch fascinated as it keeps her sane and stable. Every aching day I know I do not deserve her; am not worthy of her untamed heart but I will fight for her even after my heart stops beating.