My Wild Cherry

Misty...
Her name whispers through the deadly silence…
Like a warm summers breeze...
Weaving a web in my mind…
Forming a barrier of comfort… and yet… uncertainty.
Her eyes shine like the Sea on a summers day…
which could go on, and on forever.
Her skin is porcelain…
Her hair is the colour of cherries… Wild Cherries…
Her smile shines like a midsummer's evening…
Her laughter is sweeter than any songbird…
And yet…Her anger is like a deadly fire…my fire..
She lights my fire…
She is my Misty.

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