Eisle

 i was enamored of her

she is a sight to behold

A black hole

she pulls you into herself

an existence that claims you

she's fair

and its not just her complexion

her laugh

her smile

her lips 

her eyes

she's a sight

by God she is

she called me

she fell me

love gives no notifications

to love then is a matter of time and timing

she had my heart

it wasn't enough

i sigh as i think of/on her

her tears, bitter-sweet in passion

and her kiss, her lips, a flash

a reckoning, my mouth

a blaze of touch

afire we were

she doused it

but i broke it up

yet she's the final authority

the Omega