Enchanting Woman


Enchanting woman, oh how I tremble at even
the slightest attempt to speak of your name.
Inside a life decorated with deserted dreams
and stains of tears, your memory hangs on the
wall of my mind like a vintage picture and mahogany frame.
It's been ages ago, it seems
since I last felt your touch-
The sunsets and tasteful nights
of that summer were my sacred adrenaline.
Since then, I've never had a comparable rush.
The sweetness of your lips and rose scent
of your long shadow hair, the softness of your
skin and candy-apple colored passion of your eyes,
I worshiped it all, like you stood at the top
of golden stairs. Your gentle voice had so much
gravity; I stood off the ground plenty of times.
You were so breathtaking and beautiful,
My life and destiny rested in your hands.
When you went away, my heart fell to pieces
like a bag of diamonds scattered on the floor.
The whole world could've been offered to me, but
I only wanted and needed you-nothing more.

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