Once upon a new year’s night, I met the mirror of my smile. And when I locked eyes with hers, I was happy for a while.
Chemistry is something special and oddly wholly pure. It’s incredible how such little interaction can harbor such allure.
I admit it, as surely not a liar, something special burned under those colored works of fire.
And in those beats of music there was a stinging sadness. A few moments reverberated a ringing golden gladness.
Feeling is beyond knowing; she can make me feel this way! There will be another lass on another happy day.
Beautiful women exist in flocks feeding on the fools; precious few see us as more than able tools.
She captures photos and moments in time, and the ones we shared are also: mine.
The more I love, the more I can. Thank you Ramona, may you find a happy man.