Thursday, September 8, 2011

Seeing Red

She is beautiful
And she is kind

She is sweet
Her heart is mine

She is skilled
And she is bright

She holds my hand
In darkest night

She helps me sleep
When eyes won't close

She calms my soul
Inspires prose

She watches over
My slumbering heart

Holding it sweetly
Creating art

With starry love
Her eyes do shine

So lucky I am
To call her mine



For Gina.

2 comments:

  1. My dearest, you know how long I have waited for someone to write me love poems like this. And it has been worth every second of the wait...I am happy that it is YOU writing these for me. Thank you for this sweet, wonderful gift...for being You, thank you. :) <3

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