There you stood
In front of your creation
Your effortless masterpiece
A twelve foot hole
Dedicated to me
Six feet was not deep enough
To ensure both ankles snapped
When I hit the ground below
Standing next to this chasm
Smiling sweetly like you always have
With a ***** ***** and selfish intention
"I love you, now jump in"
Do I let fall or
Do I wait for the knife
You've been proudly waving around
To dig between my spine and shoulder blades.

If a poet loves you,
Treasure every word
Of which falls from their dancing lips.

For they will be the one to engrave
Every syllable of your name
Into every crevice of their soul.

They will braid your everlasting joys and sorrows
Into beautiful intricate stanzas
Forever tattooed on their vibrant mind.

They will spend countless hours
Weaving together letters for the perfect "I love you"
Without ever using such words.

If a poet loves you;
You will be 'ever etched into their heart
By the ink of sweet eternity.

-ARI

But you knew when she was sad,
          
        The circles under her eyes got darker,
                    
                     The sound of her voice got softer,
    
                             The size of her waist got smaller,
    
                                     And her smile?
                                                
                                                       *Disappeared