She was more then devine,more then what blinks the eye. She was labeled wit beauty this is a poem for you...As i write this poem with pain and misary have you no empathy?..i was the periscope of your heart,the director of your body and the producer of your personality..Its accually sad to see that you breaking my heart intentionally love and chemistry was our destiny,yet some call you lovin...some say you walk on stomy seas to feel the summer breeze run down your sleeves,but i still write this poem with pain and misary