That girl
How she overflows of beauty
And when I express her fairness
Let it not be mistaken as a compliment
But as a fact

That girl
Whose skin is likened to the setting sun
Will I get to feel such brightness?
That skin I liken to honey
As I drown in thoughts of sweetness melting into my hands
My dear you are the sweetest at heart

For her I will write
Till my heart bleeds
Till it reeks ink
Until I taste those lips
Will I be cured
With that which reeks from my heart
Scribing the last of our chapter
From me
To her