Her eyes
Her voice
She is the pollen to my flower
The roots to my tree
The rot of stress evaporates
The rays of her smile leaving nothing behind
The world begins to fall from the tree of time
Nothing moves in her presence
Crashing into the soil from below
Reaching new places through its roots
Almost unrecognizable beauty
Unveiling the grey death of its former tree
No where left for it to grow
H...
