Have you seen her
The way the sunlight
Catches her hair ablaze
She blinds me
I fear her
I admire her
I worship her
My goddess
She's so soft and gentle
Her eyes like reflecting pools
Drawing me in
To drown
To swim
To live forever
In agonised bliss
Both genuine and unattainable
She is a walking contradiction
Would she feed me
The ambrosia of the gods
So that I might walk beside her
Look at her divine beauty
Without losing my sight
She wouldn't
Because she does not exist
She is my Galatea
And no gods pity me enough
To create her
About the Creator
A. R. Ambrosi
I like to write, if that makes me a writer, then rock on!
I started writing as a child because I ran out of stuff to read. So, I only write stuff that I like. If you like it too, awesome! Enjoy! ^_^
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