Happy Mandatory-to-be-Sweet Day.

Her.

That beautiful girl
with the devious smile.
Her soft, pale skin
and her hair so wild.
When I look in her eyes
no matter how brief
my breath becomes stopped
until I remember to breathe.
When she smirks to the side
I wonder, why grin?
Why arch those lovely lips
to the side of your chin?
What makes you smile?
What makes you laugh?
What makes you sad?
And can I follow that path?
Many have followed
I'm certain of this
only to hurt when she leaves
for a different interest.
But the pain can be worth it
when the prize is such bliss.
Suffering is the hangover,
the intoxication- the kiss.
I know nothing about her
except the glimpse from her eyes
of the volumes of heaven
encased in the body inside.