Her...Exclusively

May I tell you that
she is more beautiful than anything I have ever
seen.
But she only exist in my dreams

so I dream often…
and exclusive to her.

A figment
I let walk ahead of me
so I can watch her move
in that effortless way.

On rainy days when I feel the most alone
there she is smiling with a raincoat in her hand

because we’re going dancin’…

out in the streets
without a care to what people may think.

And when her hair gets wet she doesn’t worry
when her mascara runs she could care less
if the heels of her shoes should break she simply tosses them into the wind
along with all convention.

With her I smile and laugh
like I forgot I could.
With her I am excited in a way
I didn’t know I could.
When I hold her it only encourages me to love her deeply and madly
like I should.

One can never speak of the splendor of the dawn without experiencing
its first rays upon her sleeping face.

She couldn’t have just happened
no…she is Eve reborn
over and over
by a God who creates masterpieces.

More beautiful than anything I’ve ever seen
I dream often…
exclusive to her.