Your emerald eyes are as bewitching as Ireland’s fields, and I would lose myself in them for the rest of my days, content.
Emerald Eyes
Your emerald eyes are as bewitching as Ireland’s fields, and I would lose myself in them for the rest of my days, content.
Hugin and Munin wheel overhead, circling my broken body as my spirit fights within my split breast. I lie, dying, spent my life blood dripping from my heart. I made of myself a sacrifice, not to myself but to the golden haired and eternally beautiful goddess who forsook me for earthly pleasures. Valhalla waits not, […]
You hurt me. You tear my heart out, watch it beat, then throw it on the ground to watch my love leak into the ground. You shred my soul, slivers of my being sprayed around like wood shavings to be swept up and burnt. Your void absorbs my light, feeding off my love as a […]
Gaze I would gaze into your eyes and lose my soul in them if I could touch your spirit for just a moment.
You make me want to do better. To be better, to make the hard choices and make the personal sacrifices to be worthy of you. To be the best me I can be, to be the best companion for you on this rocky road of life.
I don’t ration my passion for you. I let it flow out, an endless stream of emotions, powerful and raw.
Sometimes we need to see that the angel actually has horns. Sometimes when we reach for the rose we discover the thorns. Not all beauty goes all the way through And I had to discover that with you.
You are the Muse I am the pen. Together we can light the night.
Live your life so as to light the world beyond your time, brightening the futures well down the line.
Flirting is playfully telling the truth, letting your desires hide in costumes and speak what the heart feels in words of humour.