And she could have sworn she saw,
                 A dove soar through the clouds,
                              High above the chaos below,
                                             Making her heart sore with desire.

If only I had the syllables to confess,
My heart and soul to you.
A thousand words wouldn't be enough,
To expose myself unto you.

Never before had I been beguiled,
By something so extraordinary.
Like a ray of sunshine; bewildered by the light,
Longing to touch it's gentle warmth.

And it was like the world was one dim place,
Filled with pretension and evil,
*Before I met you.

Her dreams were tantalisingly alarming,
So wayward and distant,
That most doubted her potential to fly--
To raise herself up,
Untouched by the slander,
Of those who misjudged her wings.
She knew that some people were beautiful, vivacious spirits,
And that the rest were just the illusion of it.
The futile judgement and condescension the world projected was inept:
For she believed she could be anything.

*Anything she dreamed of.

You* ignite the fire within me-
And it blazes red.

We are taught not to play with fire,
So I can't be liable,
**If I burn you.

Those who are
       pretentious
               Are in a far more
                        precarious
                                 position than those who are
                                        modest.

Endless entrances and various pathways--
Designated to just one thought.
One thought that is so entirely intricate and complex,
That not even you can understand the convoluted nature of your mind.

There is an inch within all of us--
An inch that is inextricably tiny, small and hard to find;
An inch that can determine whether or not we laugh, smile or cry.
We are forever connected and cannot escape it;
We must accept it.
*For it is in this inch that true and eternal happiness can relinquish it's strength.

White diamonds eat away at the blissful seas of heaven;
Black spots scattered across the pink flesh of the sea.
She enjoys the perfect silhouette of her face, gnawing at the water,
Gone in a matter of seconds; how could this be?