Love of the Earth

The way her hair dances when I make the wind blow is the only image I see when I close my eyes. The sweet beauty of her face when she looks at me is all my mind can seem to think of. These thoughts that are so foreign to me.

I have seen love before for I have lived long but never have I felt nor experienced it. To kiss a young woman is like learning another language when you barely know the one you were born into to me. Though I do know all languages, I have lived long. It was amazing and beautiful and I wish to do it again. I wish to see her and her hidden smile when she approaches me. Her worried looks when I begin to get serious. Her gentle laughter when he hears something funny. Her sparkling eyes that would put even the brightest of stars to shame. Her sweet and tender lips that felt like the velvet of a rose petal against mine.

She makes my stomach turn in knots and my heart pound like a mad man. I can’t resist the urge to touch her. I want to make her mind now and forever. I want her to be my queen.