amy
i have written about her many times,
but the more time i get to spend with her,
the more her beauty prevails
she is more beautiful than a thousand beauties
and her beauty isn’t even the best thing about her
she feels like the first sip of strong coffee on a winters morning
like when you’re turning a page in a book
and the two stuck pages easily fall apart
the feeling you get spraying whipped cream onto your hot chocolate at christmas
she feels like when you are so tired you can feel yourself drifting off into dream land
i have danced under sunrises drunk on vodka,
wine and laughter,
effortlessly content,
but just laying next to her feels parallel
i wonder if her hands can spin silk
and if the quiver of her voice can send waves crashing backwards into the sea
the depth of her eyes make me feel as though i could float away
i have never looked at a human being and seen such a soothing ambience,
but she radiates it
her body is filled with poetry i had never seen or heard
and every time she touches me
she imprints it onto my soul
she sounds like musicians playing the violin on rowing boats
gliding gently along a stream under moonlight
as its reflection glistens onto the water
she is embedded into me like cherry blossom trees planted into the earth centuries ago flowering their petals in summer
she will never understand the spell she has over me
if loving her is a sin
i could spend an eternity in hell
because every living moment spent with her is heaven
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