Doris Johnson

She, my love, the one who I can not live without.
She, my love, the one with the golden hair.
She, my love, the one with the porcelain skin.
She, my love, the one with the full blood-red lips.
She, my love, the one who’s so wonderful it hurts to be away from her.
She, my love, the one who keeps helping me, even though she doesn’t even realise it.
She, my love, the one who keeps hurting me, even though she doesn’t even realise it.
She, my love, the one who creates jealous feelings which I’ve never felt before with someone I liked in the past.
She, my love, the one who is so close yet so far.
She, my love, the one who knows my darkest secret, while unaware of my other ones.
She, my love, the one who is lovely, and who’ll be gone out of my life sooner rather than later.