She makes everything brighter, just by smiling. She makes my world feel better, just by existing. Thats why I love her, because even if she did not love me back, she would make my world better by just existing. I want to feel her in my arms, I would do anything to just feel her heart beat against mine, even sell my soul. I would condemn myself to eternally damnation... just to make her smile. She holds my heart, life, and soul in her hands. As long as she still loves me they are safe, but if she ever wavers I will be crushed completely and utterly. She is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen, her hair shines in the light and sets my heart on fire. Her eyes peer into my soul, showing me things that have been blocked to even me, the mind that links this soul to the material plane. Her body, crafted by god himself out of the greatest things, is the most perfect thing I have ever set my eyes on, her beauty knows no bounds. I want her, all the others before here I think were just stepping stones to make my heart strong enough to take her within it. Powerful enough not to be utterly destroyed if she ever finds her love gone. I will do anything for her, slay a dragon, fight a demon, all to prove my love for her. Thats why I write, because it is the closet thing I have that shows how I feel, and even that falls short of what my soul feels.
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