Bloody hell. It's happening.

I met her today, and she burned a hole in my space-time already.

She's pretty like a car crash. Irish eyes, and hair like she'd french kissed the storm. But her stare says that she has beaten the storm, kept his babies and claimed his name. She wears big black boots, and cute flowery dresses. 'Means she can walk on the snow while wearing the spring.

Time would just stop happening if I sat next to her.
Like I did today. I also stared at her for too long until she noticed and called me out.
I didn't apologize.

She burned a hole in my space-time to create a new star.
Have I mentioned her smile?

Oh yeah. Her name is Narcisse Storm.

We say storms are named after her ; Gods are tamed by her. But even gods don't do justice to her beauty.
Gods aren't very good with handling justice, are they.

Still, I believe in a sip from the holy Grail.
Pretty sure her lips are the edges of the universe and hold the answers to all the questions.

I feel like kissing the hell out of the universe.

Ah, I still haven't talked about her smile.

And her hands. They're impressive. She probably has more cuts in the palm of her hands than professor Bones has in his body. She has the hands of a willsmith or a craftsman. Or a mother.

I wonder what she does with them. I wonder what she creates with them.

I still haven't talked about her smile, have I?