The fifth of my collection of Poems. This is from Cesar's
Point of view about Suzie.

Suzie.

So sweet,
She rides her bicycle,
She watches me live,
She watches me breathe,
She's tormented inside,
But on the outside - so good.

Her raven hair spills over snow-white skin,
She looks ghostly in the moonlight,
I reach out to touch her face,
She is icy, yet warm,
I have a burning desire I have to release,
I grab her lips with mine passionately.

Her life has been a string of misfortune,
She always had her dream,
But my dream never included her,
Until I saw her face.

I Can't let her go,
Yet if I must,
If she does leave,
And I stay to fight,
I'll die in the battle,
Or die of the night.

I remember the feeling,
Of our bodies together,
I remember the look,
Of her face that last day,
I remember the taste,
Of her cherry-red lips,
I remember the smell,
Of her silky dark hair,
I remember the sound,
Of her singing that night,
And I cannot help but smile,
Then I cannot help but cry.