holding on.

She is an enigma.

A great work of art,

made to love and be loved.

The thing is,

shes volatile,

and dramatic,

and oh so passionate.

She's as grounded as a hot air balloon,

as stable as a rocking horse.

A creature like that can't be caught.

I stare as her chest rises and falls, nestled in the home that I have made for her.

Absolutely enamoured, and steadily terrified.

She'll be gone by the time the sun rises and I'll still be writing of her by the time the sun sets.

She is everything.