She held the night in her eyes,
Torrents of golden surprise-
As a shooting star collides,
Behind a dark, shaded guise.
She owned the fire in her touch.
Turn to ashes in her clutch.
The heat burns nearly too much,
Until her passion becomes a crutch.
She harbored the sea in her voice.
Her western winds left no choice.
One could not help but rejoice,
In endless tides of turquoise.
She carried the air in her scent.
Daisies and fallen leaves torment,
Tickling the nose with portent-
Of hungered breaths never misspent.
She sheltered the morning in her taste.
On her lips, dewy dawns were placed,
While sunrise softly interlaced
Her skin, to savor and embrace.
Budding flowers and morning skies,
Alluring Oceans and fire flies,
She will be my ultimate demise-
She held the night within her eyes.
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