Celeste

My sweet Celeste, a heavenly maiden with Aphrodite graze.

Vanilla skin and a scent of bloody roses.

Beautiful but yet in pain.

Sins of your past conflict you.

Given your flesh too many men deemed not worthy in hindsight.

I must be blind for I still love you even though you spent your time in another man bed for most of the night.

Your eyes truly alluring, crystal with gray tints with hints of blue and green.

Perfect harmony in your eyes.

Your voice alone trumps the sweetest sounds of a Beethoven symphony.

A brush on your lips gives mountains a shivers.

My dear Celeste call out my name while we are hidden under the veil of night.

Bodies only lit because the light emitting from the moon.

Alas we are separated through a distortion in reality.

You are gone when I awake.

But when I sleep.

I see your face.

Always mines I wish I could never wake.

Hand in hand separated by dreams and reality.

A girl created by my deepest dreams and most wanted desires.

So please wait my dear Celeste.

Night is falling quick and I can’t wait your face.

In my castle made of dreams but one tear falls down my face.

For I know you truly do not exist.