Summer Void

I could compare you to the likes of summer, though that may be a lie.

You are beautiful no doubt, though dare I speculate what it is that's inside?

For, I fear the highest mountain will fail to be a match for all that emptiness within

Though it is a spectacular combination – Such creamy porcelain skin and blue eyes with lightening bolts of gold, I've no idea what it is about you that seems to keep its hold.

Not so much masculine nor feminine, but something inbetween, oddly mesmerizing and stoic in supreme.

In you, it seems the heavens have crafted a beautiful work of art, though I'm certain they must have forgotten to include your heart; or maybe it's your soul.

Perhaps they were all taken or perhaps it was a test; to see if another could find a way to love a creature so beautiful, though, full of voided emptiness.