Her beauty was captivating
sweet of heart, flustered
within shades of hazel
searching still luster.
She seemed adrift the tides
vacant stare of sadness
walking love-lorn shadows
on mystic nights.
She was perfect
the other half of me,
pertinent as sunlight shafts
on a summer breeze.
Late nights talking
turning from passion to pain,
passing moments walking
under drizzles of rain.
Her skin, caramel candy brown
eyes of desert sands
puerto rican, sultry- always around,
yet often sad.
Still, conversing to steal a smile
with intent of soul
I nourished the broken rose
as she these cries.
Every word from her mouth
poured like diamonds
fire bird rising, skies
ellicted love ballads-
crimes of the heart,
and kiss sealed ballades
in the dark.
I stare at moonlit streams
agaze the stills of Autumn
thinking of her tonight
in shades of beauty.