Dear Grey
I fear once more my eyes have fallen prey,
To nature's charming artwork,
Her Robes soft and warm as a baby's bottom,
They scream Vermilion sin.
Wielding a thousand swords,
She protects her sweet delicates from the dirty hands of the unholy.
Perfection and flaw so geniously mixed into one,she's beautiful.

My heart beats,
My soul listens and...