one year

one year away to the date i will mention the person whose complexion has stolen my eyes for there own, the red ink in the book of my life, for the last one year.

the riddle
a little girl peers in to the darkness, the waves rage around her, hammering the side of the ship as one does with a ram. but then, the storm calms and from the abyss rises an beast, staring with gorgeous eyes, he says its you i want.