She was scared,
She felt loneliness in
The darkest corners
Of her heart,
She was unsure
About her capabilities,
She only saw
Her flaws,
And very rarely the
Beauty in her
But
She understood
That the cure
For her fears,
Her doubts
And
Her Loneliness
Was nothing but
Self love.

When you show her
Your scars,
She caresses them
With her
Sunshine laced fingers,
Making daisies
Bloom out of them.
When you show her
Your pain,
She cups them
With the palms of her hands,
And hides them
Behind her ribcage,
Within the
Walls of her heart,
Making it
Beat down
Every bit of your pain
To dust.
She saves you
Every chance she gets
And she is
Nothing short of
A saviour.

Be my safe haven,
Take me away
From this dreaded world and
Be the silver lining to
My dark clouds.

Lull me into your arms
And hold me till I forget all my pain,
Drench the deserts of my heart,
You be my rain.

Your russet eyes
Control
The waves in my heart
Just the way
The moon controls
The tidal waves.

She is not a preplanned list
Or a recipe of perfection.

She is not a dictionary of
Adjectives or an inventory of
The most beautiful things that designs
A flawless human being.

She is not a checklist
Of qualities that makes her
An exception.

She is raw and flawed.

She has emotions that makes
Her unique.

She is like the broken tiles
That is used to create an artwork.

She is a rain day
That forms a glorious, and
Vibrant rainbow.

She is the mud
That sustains the growth
Of gorgeous flowers.

She is a mushroom
That grows in the wilderness.

She is an old blanket
That warms my heart on a
Cold day.

She is imperfect
But that is what makes her whole and
That is what makes her, her.

And I love her
Twice as much for it.

Hold my hand
And promise me something
That you can keep.
For I have lost faith in love,
And stopped believing
In forevers.

You stripped
The warmth in my heart
With your dark and nefarious self,
Leaving me to wither
In the cold.

But don't worry, my love.

Just like larkspurs,
I'll bloom again
And let the wounds you left on me
Bleed beautifully.