Your eyes as clear as summer skies
Can be clouded in an instant by a summer storm;
And yet-
I love them all the more.

Freckles dot your skin,
Emulating stars in the vast night sky,
And I know if I were to follow them
I would be guided home.

Your unruly hair blows wild in the wind stirred up around us,
And yet-
I feel not the slightest chill while wrapped up in your arms.

And if I were to be with you on the worst of days,
My heart would soar to know I had the privilege of seeing the parts of you that no one else cared to notice;

Because all of your pieces and parts may not be perfect,
And yet-
I wouldn't want you any other way.

I am not beautiful,
and such as a rose covered- awash
in the scarlet moon,
I have become the stem in which
water is drunk from the Earth.

She’s a lost girl.
She’s amazing.
Looking for love in this world.
While her lungs are a blazing.

She’s a lost girl.
Smart as ever.
She used to plié and twirl.
She deserves to live forever.

She’s a lost girl.
Wanting to go to heaven, while living in hell.
Her hair has the most beautiful curl.
She’s got love for sell.

She’s a lost
Girl.

The noon's greygolden meshes make
All night a veil,
The shorelamps in the sleeping lake
Laburnum tendrils trail.

The sly reeds whisper to the night
A name-- her name-
And all my soul is a delight,
A swoon of shame.

That calm charm exterior,
Doesn't feel the same as if it were in a Picture
If so,I wish I hadn't found better one!