For who my bell tolls.

My head turns to different shades of gold,
yet your locks are treasures untold.

Guilt floods my bones,
when I hold you dear, while hearing your moans.

Small flaws that crack your perfection,
and now tap and stir my affection.

My brain is wrong in this way,
however why, I cannot say.

It is a shame my eye turned blind,
and all your curves cannot change my mind.

Is it not time to go, 
and make an attempt of fro?

You consistently make the perfect food,
always catered to my current mood.

The screams escaped from the thrill-ride fall,
so loud, yet soft; none stronger to enthral.

No more open ear,
to catch my falling tear.

Oh your eyes so complex,
shielded with the cutest round specs.

Another soul so pure,
Surely none can endure.

Why not stay in time,
for you still shine like a dime?

Love has fleet,
but not complete.

For all you give; I want to speak,
yet just end up touching you with my beak.

My heart is made of sugar,
and your tears will make it falter.

Trust bounding me so tight,
to your burning light.

Angels do not deserve,
beatings from hells turf.

Truth may be a woman,
however is it not you that can be shrunken?