Inspired by and dedicated to Yasmin J. Cruz.
Inspired, she speaks of loneliness
And yes,
Of lonely nights.
I wonder if she knows
About this, out of control,
Feeling that I fight.
She speaks of broken hearts,
Hearts stabbed by Cupid’s darts.
Hearts crippled to a halt
By the pain never
Ignored by the clever,
The pain of fish in salt.
She seems to me
To be
Stronger than she thinks.
She seems to me so beautiful
And truthfully, just to be truthful,
She takes me to the brink.
With just her simple smile
A soul so vile
Would seize to rot.
She conjures up pure purity,
A kindness that creates unity
With even the antagonists within her plot.
Such a being, with such a mind,
With such wonders behind
Her beautiful eyes.
Such perfection,
As if an infection,
She fills the heart with a love that never dies.
A queen, she is
The mother of bliss,
Giving birth to nothing but good.
A lioness,
When being oppressed,
She growls and bites to make herself understood.
She's kind,
I find,
She's also strong.
She's loving, loved
And held highest above
All else by those whom, to her, would never do wrong.
She is precious, indeed,
She is selfless and greed,
To her, is something unknown.
Her soothing embrace,
The sight of her face,
The warmth of her soul, they cannot be outgrown.
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