Hey There Delilah
Just like art, she is constantly evolving
Each in-breath she takes brings more purity and clarity than there ever was.
Her gentle eyelashes flutter as each drop of rain falls softly onto her cupid's brow
Caressing her face as if it were God's hand itself.
Sweet, sweet Delilah, they whisper from above
Sweet, sweet Delilah, you are too good for this earth.
This poem is about:
Me