"HER."

                                                                  




    She came into my life just as fast as she left. She aroused all of my senses: sight, sound, smell, except I could not taste her. She caressed the most vital organ in my body with a mere glance in my direction. She was a beauty in the dust of ages. A symmetrical angel engineered by the Gods of beauty. How I longed for her. She made me want to serve her. Eternally. What’s the point of existing without her? She made me want to love again or for the first time. If she wanted me she could’ve had me whenever wherever. She was the Helen of Troy. She made me want to be a better man the type of man that she could be proud of. When she spoke I only heard the sound of her voice. God, the agony, anguish, and anxiety that is Man without Woman. That Woman in particular. What a Woman! What a Lady! How cruel of the Universe to put her in my path with the full intentions of taking her away. A mere cosmic joke of the stars but a lifetime of emptiness for me. When she left she stole my eyes for I could never see another woman again. All I have left is the faint memory of her.