amy

i have written about her many times, but the more time i get to spend with her, the more her beauty prevails she is more beautiful than a thousand beauties and her beauty isn’t even the best thing about her she feels like the first sip of strong coffee on a winters morning like when you’re turning a page in a book and the two stuck pages easily fall apart the feeling you get spraying whipped cream onto your hot chocolate at christmas she feels like when you are so tired you can feel yourself drifting off into dream land i have danced under sunrises drunk on vodka, wine and laughter, effortlessly content, but just laying next to her feels parallel i wonder if her hands can spin silk and if the quiver of her voice can send waves crashing backwards into the sea the depth of her eyes make me feel as though i could float away i have never looked at a human being and seen such a soothing ambience, but she radiates it her body is filled with poetry i had never seen or heard and every time she touches me she imprints it onto my soul she sounds like musicians playing the violin on rowing boats gliding gently along a stream under moonlight as its reflection glistens onto the water she is embedded into me like cherry blossom trees planted into the earth centuries ago flowering their petals in summer she will never understand the spell she has over me if loving her is a sin i could spend an eternity in hell because every living moment spent with her is heaven