She swings like the moon
And sings like the birds;
Fulfilling every thought I’d ever had the guts to think;
Acknowledging every rhyme I’d ever spoken

The motion of her hips
Sways
With that of her voice
And everything about her.

You couldn’t make her feel loved with
1,000 hearts and
1,001 hands.

She is the vastness of the shore
And the simplicity of a child
She is the brilliance of a million stars
Glowing into one bright light,
The brightest to ever shine me.

She swallows her pills dry
And chokes out “I love you”
And falls to the beauty within.

She is the angel that flies alone in the dark,
The child who carries her own weight in gold,
She is the dove to soar with perfect white wings,
The love to hold this world together.

She holds the light to the unforeseen dark
The key to every shackle,
The match for every candle,
The up for every down…

She is my conscience,
My wit,
My charm,
My beauty,
My life…
She is who I wish I were,
And Who I wish I knew.