She continues to reoccur. The thought of her is intangible and although I have traveled a path finding others in which stole a ticket to my soul.

Unconscious to I she still yet holds the master key to me entirely, as a whole. She is the rib which god placed closes to the soul. ‘Figuratively”. For yes I know the soul lies in the cranium of this fleshly mould.

Forget the science Love Is being told.

I once witnessed her smile, one that consumed every part of I and made cloud 9 an understatement to my high. An Addiction without affliction, compelling me to yern her satisfacton that it may reoccur endlessly.

She touched me enchantedly; breathe taking, making me mentally incapable. Allowing all to be inconceivable wishing to be more sexually physical.

Without sexual interaction we entwined minds interpreting each other’s lives moving aside all irrational thought, with an understanding so great a “Glance” expressed our inspirational minds.

To my eyes she holds a Beauty flawlessly unique. An art only the Devine could sculpture and make brilliantly complete. Her Hair flowing and skin even the moon wish it could match in glowing, and a style, a style which managed perfectly next to I, we were oh so complete.

Thence suddenly we became incomplete traveling paths finding others who stole tickets too two souls not meant to part becoming incomplete, breaking even the hearts of angels above due to the depart.

But the holy Trinity has yet allowed us to truly break apart for she continues to be close to my heart, and conversations appear to reoccur as each artificial love evaporates from our hearts. For the holy trinity has planned for us to one day no longer be apart.