She's like the essence of a coral rose
a latent bloomer with a heart of gold
And when she speaks to me in prose
deep inside, she opens doors of old

Rosy cheeked and full of vitality
a thriving blush in my garden of love
Infused with life and immortality
she's been sent from up above

A rose by any name will always be so neat  
like cupid wings when flown across the sky
Filled with ample beauty she's replete
soft and mellow, like a gentle sigh  

She's the perfume of my scented days,  
perfect and valuable in every way.

I want to be a great many things

But to be great is daunting
And to do much is tiring

I want to express myself in a beautiful way
spreading deep emotions across crisp pages

Allowing my reader to adventure
To see worlds beyond their imagination
To become wise from my text

I want to live and breathe my poems, my art, my books

I’ll die to share a piece of myself,

to express my soul, to feel that I have told the stories that haven’t yet been told,

I’ll die for that

I was never his queen.
I was a beggar for love,
for respect,
for a partner.