WHITE LOVE

Comparisons,
A flame is either yellow or blue.
Both illuminate the dark and usher light.
Our days are white,
Her face ever bright,
Powered by attitude and might.
Synthesized into her soul and heart.

Flicker,
Darkness has been burnt.

Her graceful gait is cirrus high,
Her footprints,color the surface pink.
Her sea-blue eyes paint a perfect picture,
Her deepest desire is pure love,no blemish.

She knows what she wants,
Her needs hardly govern aspects of her lifestyle.
When conflicting emotions prance across her thoughts,
You will hear,a sonorous calm voice sing away the sorrow.
You will watch her,find refuge in abandoned video clips.
You will find her,smiling at the stored text messages from courtship days.

I adore this foreign love in my frame,
She can tell it too so she intensifys the seduction.
More make-up,less cover clothes,less talk,sensual attraction on a nine-nine.

I find myself blushing...
Oops! That's unmanly.

M.O.O aka Carswell evoL