Never to be seen

With eyes that are fifty            
shades of dark and blue,            
she is beautifully complex,            
without reason.            
           
Each day is a new day,            
new mood, and different            
color.            
           
Black being            
the feeling of hurt            
and spite, and blue            
being the warm sensation    
that causes her to feel  
cherished and loved.      
           
           
Each word that escapes            
her hidden desire hangs            
over me with strings of            
punctuation, teasing me, and            
explaining what it's really            
like to make love, in every            
shape or form. Her brilliance            
never ceases to amaze, for each            
word bleeds emotion and            
unlimited amounts of intention,            
causing my heart to feen for her            
sensation.            
           
Not to mention, she            
is my main inspiration            
for what appears on the canvas.            
My imagination goes utterly            
insane as each drop of perception            
falls elegantly onto the page,            
manifesting how I            
envision my never to            
be seen.            
           
With light blond curls,            
enchanting smile,            
and a body that is            
smooth to the touch,            
she is            
beautiful beyond            
measure,            
each and            
every insecurity            
being my            
most cherished            
work of art.            
           
Not willing to settle, and            
unable to figure            
out, she is the vibrant ball            
of energy that brings light            
to these tired eyes.            
           
But on this canvas, memories            
will stay dormant and never            
fade, though new ones will            
never be made,            
for she            
will always            
be my never            
to be seen.