Her eyes blaze an inferno of thought.
Her light colored hair falls into her eyes like the darkest blanket of night
She smiles so brilliantly when she cries; her laughter so painful to watch.
My best friend; my worst enemy.
She is consistent and erratic; confused and confident.
Soft and harsh; cold and inviting.
Shy and bold, distracted and distracting
focused and deranged
Taken and available.
She is my evening whore, my morning lady.
I can see her; she is so far away.
I have made love to her a thousand times; I have never met her.
She is everything I’ve wanted; she is all the things I most despise.
She is the one I fall for the first moment I see her, the one with all the power in the world over me.
I only have one love, and she wears so many faces.
The women I’ve known and never known.
I only have one love, she’s everywhere I look.
I only have one love; the women I know and the ones I never meet.