It's the way she says my name that always draws my eyes to her.

No one calls me Isuzu anymore, but she insists on it, and it's the way that she looks at me when I turn to her.

She smiles and looks so pretty and delicate almost like a flower lost in this world though I hate the way that makes me feel.

I am not one to find women so beautiful nor am I one who finds naivete adorable; I don't want to look up and find a delicate heroine pulling me in.

I just want to forget the way she makes me feel and the way she kisses me in secret.

She tastes as sweet as she looks, and she moves closer as if harmony draws her in.

I don't see someone unbelievably amazing when I see her, but I don't have to feel this way.

I just have to trust myself to appreciate who she really is, to accept what could or couldn't be our future and accept who she was in the past.

I don't have to love every little thing, but I do always have to trust her though it isn't always easy.

I do care about her; I do find her beautiful more than I ever expected to find a woman to be.

I love leaning in, massaging her hips as I kiss her, and taking control.

She doesn't push dominance and seems to love just being around me.

I don't know why she caught my eye, but I adore being close to her and starting to fall in love with her.

I'll try to trust her and may be we'll move beyond my bitterness one day.