Her curls bounce with newfound life
her eyes shine with a glimmer that only
appears when she’s full of love,
full of life
a lover at heart, though often weeping
it doesn’t take much for her
to fall, to obsess
and when she does, it consumes her entire
being
holding her gently, leaving her drooling with
desire of what could be,
of what she so desperately craves
she glows with or without it
but the glow,
oh, the glow is very different.
