Tragic Romantic

His eyes, that gaze

Angelic face.

I could hold it for hours.

Build mighty towers

But the sparks would tear it down.

His deep, caring voice

Like the bees buzzing between the flowers.

I could listen to it for hours

As my soul devours 

the energy.

His touch

Its too much.

Every cell in my body 

reacting, caving.

Always wanting more

and more.

His taste, 

My tongue salivating

Heart palpitating,

This moment creating 

Something forever.

His smell...

I can tell 

he was here.

Bedsheets still warm,

I shake them back to life.

Thousands of dust particles 

Filling the air.

And there,

I feel it tickling my nose 

sweet like a rose

The scent of heaven.