She's a goddess to me. Delirious how she caught my eye. Sweetness that took to the mold just to be beauty. Sugar yet she got me hooked now. Yet I feen just to know the universe. Softness like heaven. Every time I dream of warmth. Home would be just being close to her. Her subconscious I wonder if I am a constant just every day possibly even for Alil while. Without thinking. Does she lost in the ideal of me somehow. Do I make butterflies feel fireflies every once in a while. To know even angels fall without a sound. My ribcage is a prison. But my heart becomes more free at the ideal of her. Every day every week. Months this is a recurring bittersweet habit. To want and need vanilla mocha like a haunting euphoric necessity. That turns me the idea of strawberry Red. Knowing I would do anything to make her smile. Yet adoring slow. Afar. Yet paralyzed. Are angels in a sultry form just art or intrigued curiosity made of a heavensent fever now? Deliriously deliciously curious I have become now. To know her depths I wish to easily feel. Emotions I often in dreams. Heart pounding endlessly this ache rapidly and infectious somehow. To know I lose the ideal of flaws. Cuz when I think of her. I'm haunted but never tainted beautiful sweet honey like forms now. To know emotions fall. Yet hungry. To this ideal that Left me in my own world. Yet she's my definition of mine. And I ache at the haunting idea of she never leaves my thoughts. This is surreal piece of heaven. I found.