Karah Calhoun

His eyes, as blue as the face of the ocean

His hair, flowing in the wind as if it were grains of wheat in a meadow

His skin resembles that of a porcelain doll

His smile could turn winter into spring

Jolding his hand makes me feel lime I’m simply melting away

His voice is deep and harsh yet sweet and gentle

Just looking at him could make anyone fall into a deep trance

We met through a miracle


He would definitely be the best thing that has ever happened to me