Jilting aphorisms. Yearning abstractions.
Such is my woman.
Jubilant absolution. Yielding ardour.
Such is my woman.
Poise stumbles, beauty fades
In the light of her shadow.
Jade. Ash. Yew. Aquamarine.
Less than nothing
More than everything
Is what she was meant to be.
Such is my woman.
Jubilant absolution. Yielding ardour.
Such is my woman.
Poise stumbles, beauty fades
In the light of her shadow.
Jade. Ash. Yew. Aquamarine.
Less than nothing
More than everything
Is what she was meant to be.
you just defined perfection. not a woman. :)
ReplyDeleteYou wouldn't say that if you knew her. She's as perfect as they come.
Deleteif only there was this her. :)
Deletea perspective, is what can make her seem perfect. but in its true form, there is nothing that is perfect.