Loving a Girl

The deepness of the brown in her eyes,

See flecks of green and gold,

Large, bright and sharp.

Lined with dark kohl.

Long, ebony mane floats behind,

Silky, smooth and strong.

Tuck the stray behind her ear,

Where they belong.

Pretty pink lips,

Sometimes chapped and dry,

But the words they speak

Oh, they are so wry.

Sharp jaw, high cheekbones,

Blue bruise against the latter

Run a finger across them,

Hope, in time, they get better.

Strong arms, wiry muscles,

Wrapped around the waist

Kiss those chapped lips

Let's get a taste.

Run fingers through the hair

Void black spread far

Press a kiss on the bruise

Love her no longer from afar

I look her in a way no one does,

I look her like she is the sun

Sometimes too bright, I must look away

She glows and shines, gold spun

Love does that to you

Makes it all fairytales

But nurture it close to your heart

What if it stales

But it doesn't concern me now, 

At least in this moment

She is my love, my joy 

But also my torment