I'm stuck trying to eloquate, but whenever I see her face, all of my carefully planned words go to waste. Beauty mixed half and half, woven into… her. Eyes that hypnotize; emerald in color, almond in shape, causing my heart to race. I can almost taste, the sweet sensation of her grasp. And now that she's looked my way, all I can utter or say, is, "Hello dear stranger, whom I wish to know so well. I'd like to take you with me, wherever it may be, that we go. You see, whether it's through the drive-thru of taco bell, into a dirty jail cell, or even the gates of hell, as long as you're there, I'll be fine."
Anonymous Poem, to My Inspiration
May 29, 2010