Tuesday, May 19, 2009

My Treasure

She says the sweetest things
Even sweeter when she sings
We talk for hours which seems like minutes
Days are not long enough when I'm with her
And the nights without her seem to last forever
Shes a friend but shes more than that
Her imperfections are what makes her perfect
And my pursuit for perfection makes me imperfect
But together we make our friendship perfect
Her smile could warm the coldest hearts
And make men fall under the stars
I stand possessive wishing it was regressive
But its hard with someone so addictive
She always smells divine
Most would compare her to the rarest wine
To be savored and appreciated
But i compare her to nature
Beauty in ways that could astonish the blind
A treasure of sorts to find

2 comments:

illusionaire said...

sweeeeeet.

But how can you not give a title to the "she"? or was that how you intended? Mysteriously and thought-provokingly untitled?

You have the potential, my brother. Need to take tips from you when it comes to the affairs of the heart. Cheers.

zakk_kima said...

hahaha dude i have my moments but at most time a DUD