The only person
She's ever been unkind to,
Is herself.

By Lady R.F ©2016

On this day,
The anniversary
Of my birth,

I am most grateful
For every blessing
That I have received,
Each precious day
Has been a gift;
Priceless in worth!

By Lady R.F ©2016

It was more than love -
A love beyond limits...
They were the first to discover
This newfound emotion,

It wasn't from this world,
It was divine - It must have fallen
From the heavens
When the skies opened;
There must have been
A titanic galactic explosion.

This newfound emotion
Rained down upon them,
That very first night
That their eyes met,
As they both gazed up
To the brilliant pure-white stars,

They were pulled together
By a magnetic energy,
They saw more than love light-up
In each other's eyes -
This was when
Their two worlds collided;
This was when
Venus fell for Mars.

By Lady R.F ©2016

Jealousy is a curse,
There's no curse
that is worse.

Lying is a disease,
There's no cure -
This, I'm sure!

By Lady R.F ©2016

She needed to refrain
from spilling ink -
from voicing her soul,

So she placed her pen
into the draw -
mental exhaustion
had taken its toll.

This only ever happened
very rarely,
but when it did,
it made her feel
emotionally numb,

Her soul would refuse
to cooperate with her pen -  
her Muse would demand to take
a very brief hiatus;
momentarily,
she was forced
to be done.

She embraces
poet's pause,

It's all part of the deal -
her Muse's constitutional clause.

By Lady R.F ©2016

It was written in the sky...
I read it!
It was a wish we had made,

It fell from the heavens,
It was a prayer we had prayed.

The flocking birds had saved them all
Beneath their wings,

Releasing
One
Word
At
A
Time,
It began raining our secrets
And all of our other precious things.

The promises of all our tomorrows,
And all of our wishes and dreams
That we had blown into the air,

The flocking birds caught them all,
They had been protecting them
Whilst they were up there.

By Lady R.F ©2016

She's the type of precious flower
That grows well,
And thrives,
In nature's sacred rich earth,

Each new blessed morning
She reaches out to the sunslight -
She knows its energy is responsible
For her daily blessed rebirth.

She's the type of precious flower
That grows to her full potential
After a heavy rain,

She can handle the wild winds -
She can handle a little roughness,
And a little bit of pain.

She's the type of precious flower
Who does not compete,
Or compare herself,
With any other flower,

She knows her worth,
And she is comfortable
Being herself -
This is her special superpower.

She's the type of precious flower
That possesses a rare uniqueness -
An original beauty,
Inside and out,

She prides herself
In living for the joy of life,
She is grateful
For the simplicities in life -
And for being blessed
With the gift of life;
For being chosen to sprout.

By Lady R.F ©2016