I want to write a song about the three tiny freckles forming a constellation over her eyebrow. The way the curve of her deep pink lips alters the rhythm of my heart. How her bright blue eyes have started a storm brewing inside me.
Rose just moved south with her two sisters to escape the cold.
My desire for her is already hotter than the sun.
My other obsessions are instantly kicked aside.
Her slight fussiness will compliment my obsession, once she gets to know me better.
Once she realizes we already belong together.
I just might have to walk away to prove that she needs me too.