Haunted by beauty

There is something
In her eyes I can't explain
lighter than wind she is
A flower that grows
Leaving behind no seed
Unique, exceptional
Makes me higher than weed
Uses  her own methods
To let me feel safe while
My heart open and breeds
She is haunted by beauty
All the limits, she did exceed.
For it's a crime to treat her
As a normal women
I made her a special Creed
It's she who made Aphrodite
Cry, Jealous, full of greed.
It was for her that god
Created humanity
To look into her beauty
The creator was in need.
And I would happily give
My life to death
If from her blossoms
I was allowed to feed.

Reviews

[Bear]

Wow, that is passionate and powerful, the kind of words that can sway the heart and minds of the feminine spirit. Well done my friend, I like it very much :~)
In this line "It's her who made Aphrodite" it should be she not her "It is she who made Aphrodite".

[Ronnie]

thank you so much, i wrote it after drinking to much beer but i'm happy you like it haha, thanks for the correction.

[Bear]

Hey, many a great writer has found inspiration while looking at the bottom of a glass, wine or beer bottle so you are in good company :~)