Her alabasterflesh stands out
In this obsidian night
Much like that of a goddess
Fluttering around in your dreams as you close your eyes
Azure skies can only envy my love
As only the stars may touch near her beauty.
Fields of crimson roses
Reach for her beauty, and
Much as I do they fall short
Unworthy of such rewards.
A great obscenity it would be
To mar in any way her perfect figure.
The greatest sin it would mean
To scar her sweet innocence.
My sweet, untouchable, Alabaster Queen.