Ever untouched by prying eyes
Your incandescence knows no price
No quantity of gold could wager
Your glimmering translucency

For beauty sits through frosted glass
It knows no mirror image
In sunny spells it lights the way
Just possible to distinguish

At night it sits upon the lake
Which ruminates inside your head
To change you but remain unchanged
To glow when couples wed

You are the anthropomorphism
Of waves on a summers day
You are the moment two opposing
Paths conjoin in harmony

In the instance your cover’s blown
Your reflection sits untampered
For that instant your delicate soul
Lies naked, conserved, unhampered

For all of this I sit in awe
As viscous silver streams
Carve channels at your feet
Ejecting precious molten metals

Which ignite with scorching heat
I find the strength to sit up
Then rise up onto my knees
Put out your hand and pull me up

I feel so deeply of your beauty
I cannot help but smile
When I think of your gift to me
It strikes me that time has passed

Since the sun shone to illuminate
Just how grateful I am to have an
Opposing path through frosted glass
A flower to my unkempt leaves.

I like whites - clean and crisp. White shirts and white sheets. White mugs and warm milk and white winter rains. But if you were coffee, I'd spill you over every white and love every stain.

I like organized - neat and nice. Made bed and matching blankets. Tidy shelves and closet. But if in my room you're the clutter, I don't think I'd ever fix it.

I like stories and poems, novels that get me hooked. I like plots with twisted endings, and my heart being took. But if you were a word in a chapter, I'd rather read you forever - over and over - than finish the book.

I remember when you were there for me,
Through my many years you helped me really see,
That you always are there for me,
You stood to me like a friend,
There for me until the end.

I will never forget the things you helped me through,
I saw my inspiration,
It is you,
You were there for me when I needed you,
I now will always have great memories of you.

You are someone I want to be like,
I found out who that person is,
That person is you,
I hope you remember through your days,
You have touched my heart in so many ways.

If we say goodbye to you,
We'll just fall apart
Because you have always been in our hearts,
We don't need to lose you,
You cared about us and we cared about you too.

I remember the day we first met you and you met me,
It was like it was really meant to be,
You are someone we hold close to our hearts,
There I know we will never be apart.

From the bottom of my heart.

We were a sunset. A beautiful progression, finally approaching it's ending.
We meet, bright and forming; your yellow rays of blaze fusing into my blue, silky sky.
Morphing from solid oranges and blazing yellows, to placid purples and tenacious, seducing pinks.
Coral red base lining, the clouds turn grey to the core, almost black. With rosy pink below, and baby blue above, a sort of white has met in the middle, the dark clouds intoxicating the innocence, the brilliance.
With a quick glance elsewhere, and looking back at the setting sun, all has quickly faded.
Now only two colors remain: a dark, devouring blue flowing into a waning, innocent white, no longer any clouds in sight.
Just as we burned together, danced in roaring color, and molded into one another, now we fade; fade into nothing, maybe even everything, yet left alone, only one of our colors remaining.
As the ardent black of night consumes the last of radiant blue, little is left to be seen among the twinkles of stars and gaze of the moon.
Though we may now be a black nothingness, forever we have the dancing of the stars and triumph of the moon to evoke what of us has been left. A beautiful progression into an even more scarring, alluring finale; what once was, into what will always be.