Her colors matched the sun right before it set, that fiery hue always warmed his heart.
Soul searching eyes so bewitchingly green, which never failed to captivate him.
Not an angel's voice, but it might as well be, her smoothness was his remedy.
Even science knew of its healing capacity.
Some would say to love so deeply left him with too much vulnerability.
What would he do if she was gone after all? With no trace of return?
His heart would have to weep, but that was the price of loving her.
(What a weirdo, is he really so attached to that thing?)
Love ultimately ends in pain, doesn't it?
For now he wouldn't worry about that.
All he wanted to do was enjoy her company while she was still here.
To him it didn't matter how much time was left, or even what she was.
It especially didn't matter what everyone said he needed to be.
Through her he could have his vulnerability
and learn that it was never a bad thing.
So he ignored all of the critics, and adored her anyways.
Clearly it was mutual by the way she rubbed against his leg
And never failed to welcome him with an endearing