She was covered in messy hair and wore such manic eyes. Though she was complicated, she offered me perfection. She knew not self-control or aided in anything worthwhile, but her voice resounded in an aria of a tune even a Blue Jay couldn’t comprehend. She lived a life on the edge, no rhyme to her reason and no reason for her mistakes. Though she was difficult to say the least, she was flawless in my arms. It was clear she inhabited a perplex mind. Though she was intricate to the world, she owned a simple heart. A woman with arduous passion for me. June 10, 2018