Nine Years

Fantastical face

Heart like a pulsar

Immaculate body

And eyes like an emerald ocean
These are the things 

The things that give me breath

They give the breath, then they take it away.

Is there a way to make her stay?
Intelligent eyes

Hand crafted soul

Crafted with the very energy and essence of God

He knew what I wanted

Knew what I needed

And he let one of his angels

Leave the heavenly realms
Mortals like me

Don’t ever see

The face of an angel

The form of a goddess
I guess the fairy tales were true

Believe it, receive it….

The love of sacred female