• It's something.
    It truly is astounding.
    How hers catches my attention
    and nothing else surrounding.

    The sweet scented smell she sends
    corrodes all whom have smelt
    but she is like a shadow
    She is cool to everyone else.

    I see her in the evening
    Sometimes mornings if its clear
    But never in the night or noon
    She seems to always disappear.

    I wish I could know her better
    for her warmth is always stealth
    for sometimes during the day
    She gets ahead of herself.

    This is not the woman I know.
    I don't love what she has left.
    Consumed my money and greed
    Shes a shadow of her former self.