shes is beautific...
an angel in the moonlight
shes a pale blue picture
perfect, smiling in the night
i can see everything
so dark but she is so clear
she has a shadow tonight
shes so dark, shes not real...

it doesnt take much for her
to make pitch black beautiful
shes nothing like darkness
her silouette, a chiaroscuro.
but for a moment she dissipates
her evanescent light
but i seen a glimpse of it
she is the perfect comprimise.

my elixir to serenity
shes pelagic...reflections
of her are shaped like water
they flow right through me
our kiss is sussurous
it drowns me to sleep
we will never inure.
as safe as my coffin
in my sunset, shes the offing.
her whisper is mellifluous
i find nothing but confusion
she is my panacea
she strenghthens my porcelain

quintessential to my happiness
i will love her sempiternal
i fell on serendipity
and caught myself on syzygy...
my penumbra, never in the dark of me...
she believes i believe
she is my moriety.