With each stroke of these keys,
Words from my heart spill onto
An ice white paper,
And paint an image for her
Of the emotions she has resurrected.
My heart aches and my arms long
To be with her and to hold her
Securely to my chest where nothing will hurt her,
Where I can whisper and have her hear
The love, the admiration, the adoration.
The words that are written
Are fueled by none other than a glass
Of the purest, most innocent passion
Love has ever given me and this weary heart
Of mine.
She is the air in my lungs, the vibrancy of my soul,
She is the reason behind my heart's fluttering beat, and
My will to survive;
She is the very essence that fuels my reason for being.
With these keys and a glass of passion,
My words paint a picture that shows a girl,
One so beautiful and goddess-like,
One so incredible and so hard to find.
She is my smile, the joyous tears that
Overflow my eyes whenever I think about her.
With a glass of passion,
That picture is colored with love so true and strong
That even the stars' lights cannot compare
To the extreme brightness that is the care we share.
She is a one of a kind girl
And I am lucky enough
To be able to write about her
In such ways as the brilliance that is our love's shine.
I am forever grateful
For the words that come from
Her presence in my life
As my one and only true love.
