You lie,
she cry...

The glorious and gracious soul
Queen of every loving heart...

Glows with beauty like an angel
smile is her blaze of flames...

As I try to compose a poem about us,
so many things stands out...

You are my Rainier cherry.
One I long to have for myself...

What is art?
It's speaking from the heart...

I have this haunting yet soothing voice in my head
Like stream or thread of emotions woven together...

Drowning from self loathing,
I tear-down my heart piece by piece...

When I'm gone,
release me let me go...

Might have hurt you,
in so many ways that I have even forgotten how it...

The emptiness that resided in my heart,
which held a big sign displaying...

Am not being dogged,
want to act doughty...