Drawing Her

[Regarded]

I am drawing a picture of her,
And I need to capture the glowing brown in her eye,
And I need to carefully paint,
Each brown hair that turns gold on her head.
The perfect complexion of her skin,
The perfect glow of her teeth.

I wish I could draw her,
And her soul would dance in my mind,
In my song,
In my touch,
Her love would whisper along our arms.

I need to draw her,
And capture her spirit,
And others will understand she is perfect,
And fall in love,
Just wait,
They will all become doves.

And I fear I will break it,
Her fragile and distinct beauty,
I think I'll ruin it,
With my strength,
And my tears,
And she will see it.

But in my dream,
She laughs,
And cries,
And sings,
And dies,
On me,
For me,
To me,
Lonely.

[Gorecore]

Nice poem, man! Did you show it to her yet?

[Regarded]

show it to who? it's kind of my imagination, had influence and wrote that. thank you very much.