Ninety-One

Her eyes,
Oceans I yearn to drown in.
The skies,
Light up when I hear her sing.
Such beauty is unparalleled,
Like the face of Aphrodite.
The kindest hand I've ever held,
With the strength of the almighty.
Our passion burns bright,
The intensity of a thousand suns.
She truly set my heart alight,
My fears, her charm outruns.
They say that roses have their thorns,
Whereas her stem is smooth as silk.
I am everything when, my side, she adorns,

Her hatred, her fury, her lust,
Makes her only more inciting.
In her, I shall always trust,
An experience so exciting.
MY heart she truly has conquered,
My soul she has always won.
Her love shall never be squandered,
After these days of Ninety-One.