She's Beautiful...

Her eyes sparkle like stars shine in the darkest of nights,

hair curls past her shoulders,

like golden smoke from an airy sigh of a well beloved god during the prime of spring...

Her voice is but a holy whisper to grace my ears,

and her long slender fingers clasp around my neck,

as chains I would hope never break apart.

To fall into her arms as her rosy lips steal the last of my breath;

a death divine.

Her bosom will be the burial of my heart, 

and her eyes the burial of my soul.

If her love were ever to fade,

perhaps I will go mad;

broken ever to pieces in the most friendliest of manner

that I could never imagine to deny.

Capable of drowning me,

or of diving through stars,

yet if she were to let go of these hands I'd fear falling 

   deeper than I'd ever known.

My sanity or the death of my heart,

which will go first;

her absence or her love,

which I miss dear?

Perhaps my only survival is to immerse myself deeply, and completely, unto her.

Reviews

[CK_85]

Love conveyed in convoluted similes and grammatical structures is love that is pure and wholesome. Furthermore, such delivery indicates a hidden measure that words could never express the extent to which the love exists and thrives. Well done, well written, and well executed.

[wolfie]

Thank you very much! I'm extremely glad you enjoyed this poem as well.