Kellan
As I sit here looking at her flawless skin,
I feel the love start to begin.
Do I say something, or do I not?
Does it follow along with the plot?
The more I dream, the more I love.
What could be the plans from up above?
As I look at her more,
My mind begins to soar.
Her hair, her lips, her beauteous face,
And all her studied grace
Has found a place to rest
Within this broken breast.
Dedicated to Kellan Roberts
