My Precious

i love my precious Irene. she is the most beautiful creature on the face of the earth, and my love for her is everlasting. her skin matches or even outlasts the beauty of the sky, her voice echoes through the chambers of my heart, leaving my soul wanting, and her eyes are pools of absinthe-- making my mind intoxicated with her existence. The day that I lost my precious Irene was a day of monumental sadness; I could not eat, sleep, or drink the very tears running from my eyes into my stoic portal of a mouth. She was taken by men in black, putrid creatures trying to capture her beauty, but they had no idea of what fires they had set a-flame inside my very soul. I traveled from my home, over seas, over mountains, over gods, and past the heavens; I did not give up, and nothing could have stopped me that day from finding my Irene. I hunted them down and destroyed them, and after the destruction of my own internal fears, I took the immortal beauty Irene to the tallest mountain so I could spell her name with the stars-- we lived forever in one another and from then on the stars only showed themselves when Irene was asleep, because they envied her beauty.