The Black Nouveau

This fascinating creature you are…you are simply put, perfection. There is nothing that can set fire to my frozen heart than the look of your dazzling eyes. You are the most enigmatic and interesting force on this land. You seem to float, do you not? Always miles away, fading like a distant figure, but yet deceptively close. I reach for you…nothing…but I know your are there, haunting me with your love. You are neither real nor conceptual, neither person nor thing, you are a rare breed.

Written by James Field

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