My love,
She is glorious.
Always victorious.
She is a flame that dances in the darkness.
A bird refusing to be trapped.
She is the colours that jump from the painting.
She is a bird, flying soaring,
Never boring.
Her simle could light up the darkest of corner.
Her hands can draw the most fantastical of creatures.
She is a beauty and a treasure.
A wonder beyond mearsure.
She lights up my day,
And deserves more than I can offer.
I hope I will not lose her in the din.
She is crazy,
She is wild,
She is amazing,
She is my Angel in the night.
And I will fight those who seek to hurt her.
I am not afraid to harm for her.
I will protect her at all costs.
Even if she cannot return my love.
She is the most interesting,
Creative,
Amazing,
Innovative,
Exciting
And quirky
Person I have ever met,
And I love her so.
And I wish I could save her from her pain and troubles,
I wish I could take it all away,
And leave her happy and free.
I wish she could see herself
as amazing as I see her.
YOU ARE READING
Talking To The Night
PoetryA story of my life, in little poems. Hope y'all enjoy viewing my life from behind a screen :) (Also I do not own ANY of these photos, if your photo is used it is Beacsue I thought it would fit awesomely :D ) 17/11/18 #90 in shortpoems
