Katherine

Katherine.

The wonder of her majesty.

Elizabeth.

The cynosure of her Muse.

Elizabeth Katherine.

The magnificence of her grace. The brilliance of her smile.

She dominated his thoughts.

Like the Romans of antiquity, with their overwhelming strength and ingenuity. Such was her hold over him. And like the mighty SPQR, the sun refused to set on all that she beheld. Further proof of her collusion with the sun god, who put stars in her eyes as she bathed in his luminous warmth. Deny as she may, her golden locks would tell the tale.

And the truth was, she had become his faith.

His inspiration. His religion.

All 1.5 meters of her.

She was his savior. His heroine.

Powerful, illicit, euphoric…

And he was grossly addicted.

But tell me about sincerity.

The tangible.

All that I know to be true.

Only deities are destructive and redemptive at once.

Yet, she was in his soul, and there would be no exorcism now.

Con tutto il mio cuore…