In Love

Food has lost its taste, aromas have lost there smell
She would show true beauty in heaven or hell
A thief she is, of my emotions
A consumer of my many devotions
Without her this life would feel wasted
She is my fountain of youth that knowone else has ever tasted
There are not words with the privilege to describe her
This life has been a cancer, but I have found my cure
I will describe but one thing of her appearence
Her ocean blue eyes that fuel my romantic perseverance
When we walk into a room of many she is the only one I see
When consumed by stress, just one kiss will set me free
She has simply stolen the beauty from the land and the sea
This worlds stunning sites no longer show interest to I
She shall have my heart until the day I die.

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