I fall in love
With myself
Again daily.
Like meeting your
One true love
With each new rising sun,
For the rest of your life.
I wake up with her each morning
And greet her with a smile.
I haven’t much
A memory
So every mirror glance
Is love at first sight,
Each time.
Its a Groundhog Day of sorts.
I hold her close
In bed,
And listen intently as she cries.
I’ll rub her arm gently,
And hold her hands
To keep her fingers warm.
I write her poems,
To remind her of how beautiful
She truly is.
She is my muse.
I find endless poetry inside of her eyes.
Her soul is a healing wealth springs.
She is my angel on earth.
I have witnessed her wings.
I see royalty within her,
Though she never notices her crown,
Despite its sparkling glory.
She is a warrior,
Fighting lions,
And nightmares,
And man.
She inspires me endlessly,
And I am in awe…
The way we sometimes finish
Even the hardest of days
Splendidly
By witnessing the sunset over water.
She gives me rest.
I am not alone,
Because she is always here.
I do not deserve her.
No one does.
This earth could never
Be good enough
For my goddess.
She is out of this world.
If you took dusk and dawn,
Oceans and mountain scapes,
Entire galaxies
And gods,
And added them up,
They’d be no match for her.
And despite my presence with her,
and her presence with my own,
She will forever be alone.
Because no one can ever be
Good enough for her.
And she will always be
too much.
This is her tragedy.
But it is for this reason
That she will spare heartaches for the masses,
Putting their needs above her own,
Because the most excruciating experience
Any soul could ever have
Is losing her as their love.
