She is all I think about, but she is the one thing that I cannot grasp.
Her skin is soft, like the seabed floor – Always shifting, but a constant foothold nevertheless.
Her voice is a melody akin to the bluebirds in the morning – I can never get enough of its sweet sound.
The way I feel I can never tell her – Her heart is betrothed to another, and I can only hope that his heart is in the right place.
Her eyes are like the oceans across the world – I can sink in and would never rise back out.
I would gladly drown for her, letting the malice take over and finally feeling that sweet feeling of relief.
#Relief
thick hawk
glossy cairn
It is a relief somewhat. It shows you care