Nevada's Grace

In this perfection I lament her beauty, her voice a sour note in this bitter serenade. And all those things I could have would have should have said ring out like gunshots across long lost days. If that wasn't love then what the fuck was I thinking? I would bear my soul just to bask in your grace and your beauty. Your strength inspires all of my days. I would carry any load just to bear your cross for a day. Your love fills me up when the blood in my body’s drained and your strength is my backbone when I feel every bone break. It takes my breath away how you took my breath away. How could I know that you would take my breath away? How could I know one kiss would change everything…