I watched as my wife passed by, taking deep breathes from a cigarette. I saw every fine detailed about her, her long curvy legs, her hair so perfectly tied back. I saw her black dress, silk and smooth that the light glister off it. I saw the pearl necklace around her neck, the one I bought her. I saw the beautiful face of the heavens, oh how she took every ounce of my breathe away. I smiled at her, she kindly returned back. For a moment, the world stood still. But it went back to my normal life, and the women I saw was just words I wrote on a piece of paper. -WarriorConcerto
