Sa kulay-kape **** mga mata,
nakita niya ang kanyang halaga.
Ang iyong ngiti ang silbing niyang liwanag,
nagbigay sa diwa niya ng tatag.
Yakap mo'y kanyang tahanan,
siyang nagbibigay ng gaan.
Hindi man mabigkas ng bibig ang salita,
siya'y kuntento na sa iyong gawa.
Ika'y isang wikang walang tinig,
ngunit sa kanya'y isang magandang himig.

*-Steph Dionisio, September 09, 2015

You said that she's beautiful like a garden.
Filled with glowing beauty;
drenched in the warmth of sunshine.
But little did you know,
this beautiful garden has grown wildflowers.
They are in every corner, even on the path.
And the time you noticed these unwanted flowers,
you stepped on every blossom and left the garden.

*-Steph Dionisio, March 9, 2016

I have found myself related to Gomer;
yes, I am also a hustler.
She had relationships with different men,
while I engaged myself with my own selfish plans.
She slept with them for so many nights,
while I slept with selfless thoughts, unaware it wasn't right.
She had correlation thinking it was alright,
while I linked myself with faulty motives and to it I delight.
We were ****** in our different ways.
Unrighteous deeds we both had praised.
It corrupted her mind and body,
while it made me a ******* spiritually.
In the midst of my unfaithfulness and cruelness,
I have found love and forgiveness.
For love came down and bought me with a price,
showed me the beautiful meaning of sacrifice.
The blood of the lamb cleansed and restored my impure soul.
An enough reason that makes me whole.

*-Steph Dionisio, December 02, 2015

Ang totoo 'di tunay na alam,
sa kung paanong nito'y paraan, paano ipaparamdam,
itong pasasalamat na mula sa puso,
na ikaw rin mismo ang humubog at bumuo.

Sino ka nga ba sa aking buhay?
Anong katangian ang iyong itinataglay?
Bakit sa buhay, ika'y mahalaga?
Bakit kita kinakailangan sa tuwina?

Ako'y 'di mo lamang inilabas sa sinapupunan.
Sa akin ika'y nagmahal, nag-aruga, nagbigay ng aral.
Sa araw-araw na ika'y nakikita,
walang katumbas na saya ang tawagin kang "mama".

Kami'y walang kasing palad na mabiyayaan,
isang inang maganda, busilak ang kalooban.
Sa mga pagkakataon na ika'y nagalit,
Ni minsan sa ami'y 'di nagmalupit.

Pagod, hirap, sakripisyo, sa ami'y inilalaan,
walang pag-aalinlangang, ikaw ang ilaw ng tahanan.
O ano ang buhay kung wala ka?
Sa amin hatid mo ay labis na ligaya.

Di man masabi ang lahat sa munting tula,
'di man ito galing sa dalubhasa,
sa ikabuturan ng puso, ito'y nanggaling,
para sa isang dakilang inang wala ng niningning.

I recall how you tried to peek.
You were there with us,
and you hardly speak.

It was me who made a move,
for us to become friends.
Then something between us improved.

The bond became so tight,
and that was you whom I looked for.
Those were the days it seemed so right.

Your feelings got deeper;
you assumed for more.
Hoping for things to become sweeter.

I began to be opened and it felt good.
I strived for something new, but...
it became complicated and we misunderstood.

Then a day came,
where everything was so silent.
No whisper of each others name.

The feeling that once became mutual,
is now forgotten.
By words, things could become fatal.

No, I don't regret that kind of relation,
for somehow it taught me numerous things.
And by the next time, it won't be another temporary affection.

*-Steph Dionisio, May 28, 2015

Padre de pamilya kung ika'y tawagin,
sa amin ika'y laging nagbibigay pansin.
Pangaral dito, payo doon;
minsan pa nga'y nagbibigay leksyon.

Ang buhay mo'y lubos na pinagpala,
'di lamang sa dahilang buhay mo ay mahaba,
ngunit dahil ika'y nakakilala sa Maykapal;
buhay mo ngayo'y puno ng dasal.

Ilang beses mang mapagkamalan na ika'y aking lolo,
hindi mahihiyang sabihin, "Hindi ah, Daddy ko 'to!"
Dahil kung uulitin ang aking buhay,
ako'y 'di magdadalawang-isip, ikaw pa rin ang pipiliin kong tatay.

Aking dalangin sa Maykapal,
buhay mo pa'y dugtungan at hindi mapagal.
Sa iyong pagtanda,
'di magsasawang sayo'y mag-aruga.

Ngayong araw ng mga tatay,
nais kong sabihin, "Pagmamahal namin sayo'y walang humpay;
halaga mo sa ami'y 'di mababawasan,
ni hindi matutumbasan ng kahit anuman."

The strings
the way I pluck it
gives extra strength
to my soul.
The notes
I try to read
drives my thirst
spirit.
The lyrics
I write in a paper
expresses every single
emotion.
The music
I hear and I make
mends shattered
feeling.

But

The passion
I have
and truly love
seems fading.
The comparison
I get from others
is breaking every
notes.
The people
who are showing that
I am no good
made my paper empty.
Discouragement
scrapes the willing
and hoping
heart.

*-Steph Dionisio, July 26, 2015

Our eyes have met in an unexpected way.
He had caught my attention,
and I started to behold.
Things became a bit puzzling;
but I kept myself descrying.
As I perceived for so many days,
weeks, months...
something in me unfold.
Things were revealed;
then it showed complicated scenes.
As I closed my eyes,
he showed up in my dream.
My heart beat for him;
it felt good and seemed true.
A tiny part of me loved him in a land of
fantasy.
Then I woke up-
I am back in the reality,
where my feeling for him is like forbidden.
Now I couldn't wait for another night,
to love him in my dreams.

*-Steph Dionisio, May 28, 2015

I stared at her face, it bloomed like a flower,
as she talked to him, her eyes sparkled.
I sense that it was a love so vast,
Yes, this thing might definetly last.

What is this love can truly build?
Why does it like being gild?
What is in this thing that brings insanity?
How did this made beings overtly?

I keep on discerning this kind of thing.
While I am waiting for someone to cling.
Perhaps I will find all the answers,
when God reveal my long-waited lover.

In my state, the choices I have,
is to wait willingly and pray to Father above.
And, no, my heart is not in a hurry;
it won't show any sign of fury.

A day will approach when waiting will be over,
God will grant me love so tender,
Aesthetic pleasure for the lovers I am seeing,
which makes me inspired and not get tired of waiting.

Together, they built footprints on the
sand, mud, clay, floor
and even on each other's heart.
They took thousands of steps
to keep love running.
Then one of them stopped.
Perhaps,
tired
wearisome,
running became senseless.
They both knew,
it won't keep going.
As they separated ways,
one, took a hundred steps away.
While the other, for only one step away,
and still hoping for a familiar footprint to follow.


*-Steph Dionisio, August 24, 2015

Beautiful soul is what you are.
In some dark days you are my star.
You are an extension of God's love.
I can't deny the fact that you are blessing from above.

Everything of you is a part of me.
Your beautiful side is what I always see.
You are a person who fights for what is right.
And sometimes this cause you to cry at night.

Since before, you've been always thoughtful.
I saw the times when you became fearful.
Deep down I felt the tears you've shed,  
and courageously to God you prayed and pled.

The time I met you was one of the best-
the best time to say that I am blessed!
We both know that I am not a perfect friend,
but you offered me something that will last 'til the end.

Fun things are what we always do.
Remember the days when we tried to fly and climbed trees, too?
I remembered a day when you cried a lot,
because you were playing and had a deep cut.

Rainy days! One of our favorite days!
We were excited to run and play.
Laughing, running, throwing mud.
We even tried to play in the flood.

Impossible things became possible to us,
There were many things that we liked to discuss.
We became fake animals and superheroes.
We had a pet frog- oh yeah, we were weirdos!

Each day was a time to had fun.
We didn't care about the heat of the sun.
We embraced every bruises we had.
Friends come and go- we were always glad.

Now that we are grown ups and at our 20's,
no more plays and doing important duties.
Memories and friendship will remain the same.
Some things about us, now I acclaim.

Dear best friend, I pray and hope all the best for you.
I and God will always help you to get through.
Let's look on forward to what is best,
and stick together, for we know that God will do the rest.

*-Steph Dionisio, February 10, 2015

He left her with a tight hug,
but her soul stung.
He left her with unsaid words,
but her heart shattered.
He left her in the most tranquil way,
but it made her broken.
She couldn't find the answer,
but she knows, silence is a killer.

*-Steph Dionisio, August 24, 2015

Being your friend makes me feel blessed.
Distance between us cannot make me love you less.
Our culture and religion doesn't matter.
You are a beautiful friend and a good brother.

Everyday I am praying for you;
whether you are feeling good or blue.
Cause all I want for you is to be happy,
and make this friendship deep like a sea.

Someday- somehow, we will see each other.
I hope by that time our friendship is stronger.
You are someone who are loved by many.
Most especially loved by the Almighty.

Thank you for being my "net buddy",
and at the same time for being my dear besty.
I'm hoping for more talks with you,
cause every time we do it feels like there is something new.

You deserved this poem I am offering,
because of the happiness you're bringing.
You will always have me as friend,
and that's the one thing that will surely won't end.

*-Steph Dionisio, December 10, 2014

You to me are totally nothing,
but you gave me a look with something.
I wondered what you were thinking;
was it the same as I was feeling?
I knew that you were reading my action,
and I was trying not to give an emotion.
I wanted to know your impression,
but it was just a thing that doesn't need an explanation.
Perhaps, someday- somehow,
our eyes will meet again.
Something unexpected might suddenly happen.
For now let us keep it hidden;
wait until something in us awaken.*

-Steph Dionisio, July 25, 2014

How could I keep myself away from admiring you so deeply, when the breathe of my heart is dying to know you deeply?
How could I run away from this disturbed emotion, when you to me is a beautiful distraction?
How could I make myself believe that I am only daydreaming, when every words you say my heart is pounding?
How could I end this reverie?
From your beautiful soul, I cannot flee.

*-Steph Dionisio, October 08, 2015

You speak to me in Your own way.
You know if I'm okay or feeling gray.
You know exactly what words to tell me.
You are the One, that I want to be.

You speak to me through different people.
You are telling me that I have always someone to call.
It may be friends, family or neighbors;
someone I can share life's beautiful colors.

You speak to me when I'm alone.
You can even see when my heart groans.
I don't know how You give me rest,
but one thing is for sure, Your way is the best.

You speak to me through difficult times.
You're pushing me up when it's hard to climb.
I know You're telling me to cling onto Your Words,
even when things look so absurd.

You speak to me even if I don't talk to You.
It is still my heart that You want to pursue.
All You want for me is to be happy-
to be loved by You and win the victory.

You speak to me in so many ways,
and for some reasons I don't hear what You say.
But You never get tired of speaking daily.
I know it's Your way of saying You love me.

*-Steph Dionisio, September 24, 2014

A solitary place
in the middle of nowhere.
Great distance from perfection.
The horrible look is incomparable.
Covered with dirt;
no marks of hope.
The shadow of dark
surrounds every part of it.
Abandoned
Hopeless
now unknown
deserved to be gone.
Then a man came,
from a paradise.
The place awaiting to be destroyed
given a dot of hope.
Pleased
Optimistic
and for some reason
the man stayed.
Alone for years,
the man removed every single dirt.
From irrecovable
it turned into something
abrupt.
It can be "something"
from nowhere.
Unforseen
A day approached
the man said goodbye.
Away
the place still looked beautiful.
But
it has no value.
Empty
Unworthy
The changes are insignificant.
Certainly it needed more than
how it looked.
Even so, its new beauty
without the man
remained
a solitary place.

*-Steph Dionisio, July 13, 2015

Muddled thought, I tried to mend.
Unanswered questions, I cannot comprehend.
Poor heart was loaded with burdens;
feels like these took my haven.

I wondered the steps I'm still going to take.
Asked myself if this is for my own sake.
Cried out my vivid feeling;
hope that God was listening.

Filthy desire of freedom wanted to burst out,
before this heart's hope burnt out.
Time came when I wanted to disappear;
my soul was swollen with fear.

Days and weeks passed by;
a part of me was waiting for a lullaby.
I was hoping to filled this emptiness,
There might someone who couldn't careless.

I was trying to cope this feeling alone.
Wanted to go back in my comfort zone.
Eventually this tired heart surrendered.
Longed to God for me to be spurred.

One day, as the breeze touched my skin,
looking at the people whom to me were akin.
And as the sun glint onto my body,
I just suddenly perceived the love of the Almighty.

I presumed that this was the changed,
when I finally decided my struggles to be laid.
This was the reason why my soul was awaken.
He heard my bawl; carried all my burdens.

God brought my feet again on the track,
No worries for I know He got my back.
This tired heart finds rest on His arm,
Assuming this cold spirit will finally be given warm.

This giant eye
let's you see every thing.
Steals your heart
while you are smiling.
Showing sky 'til you stun,
pauses every second.
Takes your breathe away
by showing lights on display.
Yet, after giving a good spell,
it will just lead to farewell.

*-Steph Dionisio, July 22, 2015

Love, I will wait for you like Jacob did.
He waited for Rachel and some things he bid.
To God I pray for a longer patience,
for in the future this will make a difference.

Love, I will give you friendship like Jonathan to David.
The relationship we'll have is that one that's "blessed".
You will be loved by me, as my own soul.
It is God that will make us whole.

Love, I will stay by your side like Ruth to Naomi.
Being apart won't happen, for I commit everything to Thee.
Every step of the way I will be with you.
Together, the heart of God, we'll both pursue.

Love, I will be faithful to you like Hosea.
Trials will come, but we have the Alpha and Omega.
I will show you my full loyalty,
and to God I will bring you closely.

Love, we will grow old together like Abraham and Sarah.
The fire of love in us will burn like magma.
I will make a covenant with you,
and it is something that I will hold on to.

Love, it is God who will be in our center.
It is the love of the Lord that will make us better.
The future I will have  with you will be a great journey,
for we are loved and guided by the Almighty.

*-Steph Dioniso, March 03, 2015

To you,
who's feeling empty,
whose life is lost in the sea,
who's broken into pieces,
whose body is full of bruises,
who's full of hatred,
whose love has just faded,
who's behind the bars,
whose night has no stars,
who's suffering from sickness,
whose spirit is as its weakness,
who's in so much pain,
whose thoughts can't be explained,
who's having a troubled heart,
whose living is like an unattractive art,
who's thinking what this life means,
whose soul is unclean,
who's filled up with this world's love,
whose eyes aren't focus above,
who's just waiting to die,
whose eyes are full of sighs,

You must have cried hard,
for your life's scarred.
No reason for you to be merry,
and all you want is to be set free.
May this season be a reminder to you,
that love came down for you and yes it's true.
Jesus the Son of God was born for you,
to save you from sins– a priceless rescue!
He will be the hope of your heart,
the One who will give you a beautiful start.
Today, choose to look at God Almighty,
and He will be an enough reason for your heart to be merry.

*-Steph Dionisio, December 24, 2015

I still remember that sad day, it was May 24, 2013;
the last time I saw you with the body that so thin.
You looked so weak and your eyes were scared.
You held my hand softly- I wasn't prepared.

I hated the way you suffered a lot.
But I've witnessed how you bravely fought.
It has been more than a year,
but what happened are still clear.

Oh hundreds of days are passing by,
You know I love you that my heart can't say goodbye.
Though now I know you're in the best place,
I still miss the moment when we don't have space.

Last night I saw you- in my dream.
You were wearing green and your smile gleamed.
I ran so fast and hugged you tightly.
I knew to myself that I miss you so badly.

I guess it God's way of saying, you are in peace,
and dreaming of you is saying, my love for you won't cease.
Seeing you in my dream is good enough,
believing that you're with the Lord is more than enough.


*-Steph Dionisio, October 15, 2014

It just came into my mind, to write you something.
Though you don't deserve, and to you I am nothing.
Oh hundreds of days passed us by,
and I still remember that look into your eye.

You know, I was caught by your charm.
Oh how I wanted to be in your arms.
But it feels like a forbidden thing,
so I did what is right, to you I didn't cling.

Here I am, with my pen and reminiscing.
I can till feel the thrill- I am still smiling.
One day I hope to see you around,
I want to be enraptured by your sound.

However, there might be someone who owns your heart.
And perhaps, for you it is a beautiful start.
I will be delighted and won't demand for more things to happen.
To see you...just to see you again- I will be truly gladdened.


*-Steph Dionisio, Aug 26, 2014

Her lips try not to utter a single word about you,
and her heart is restraining from letting you feel it.
So she hides your name in every poem she makes;
where there is freedom to say that–
your smile gives her warm,
the look in your eyes is her weakness,
your touch leaves verses,
and your presence is an embrace.
You are the beautiful idea of her poetry–
the reason behind her glee.

*-Steph Dionisio, January 11, 2017

A wild flower grew from nowhere
and so her feelings for you
As dark as night without the moon
that's how you see her desire for you
Even if she walks ten thousand steps
she will never reach you
A grain of sand—  that's all her chance

But would you believe she still prays and hoping?

She's make-believing

*-Steph Dionisio, October 02, 2015

I stood  alone on a path.
Looking around
the place was dark.
Confused
Quite scared
I kept on walking.
My feet was leading me
at the end of the path.
There was a room
huge and satisfying.
Entering
there were bags of golds.
People
Buildings
Animals
all were beautiful.
No signs of worries.
Seemed every thing was good.
The feeling was pleasant.
As I walked around
I heard noises.
Cries of babies
Moaning
Yells
Growls
and even the beats of a heart.
The other room-
there was another room.
I searched.
Following the noise
it lead me into a room
filled with sufferings
and questions.
People were thirst
of many things.
Observing in the room
I felt sadness.
A tear rolled down
on my cheek
then I woke up.
It was a dream.
Outside, I took a walk.
Observing
Thinking
people around me.
I knew to myself
that it was not just
a dream.
It was reality,
where people
walk on path
and find themselves
either in a room full
of beauties
or
in the other room.

*-Steph Dionisio, July 10, 2015

People see my futile side,
how I hold on to truth so tight.
People heed to words I say,
and some are amaze while I pray.
People exalt the things I do,
and how I respond to crucible too.
But
People should see how I stumble,
or how at times I mumble.
People should see my real cry,
and how I try myself to be denied.
When people see the goodness in me,
and when I'm actually unworthy,
there I hide at the back of the Almighty.

*-Steph Dioniso, August 23, 2015

Fonding the warm touch of the light,
faces around had a smile so bright.
It was a day to have a good write,
for the whole lot seemed right.

But the fine day turned into a dreadful state;
where everyone has gone and there was no mate.
Unpleasant things happened 'til it's late.
It was clear, fright became so great.

Every thing around was howling.
Terrified, you know your faith was shaking.
Thirst for the time of surviving,
you wailed and started praying.

Millions of seconds passed.
You're still alone, feeling outcast.
Not a thing to do, but remembering the past.
Helpless, wondering, "Is this going to last?"

You shouted help, but no one came.
You were puzzling if these were all just a game.
Hopeless, you tried to curse and blame.
A heart shattered and a soul lost its flame.

All is lost in the middle of the sea.
You tried to drown yourself to be free.
The minute you fled, there's hand you see,
Reaching you out, giving a new story.

*-Steph Dionisio, July 15, 2015

You, little one, brought so much joy,
You were more than a beautiful toy.
You turned sadness into laughter,
You just made our lives brighter.

Maybe for some, you were nothing.
But, hey!  For me, you were a darling.
I loved the way you looked at me,
It seemed like I am your best buddy.

Oh what a jolly pet you were to us!
But now you are gone, turning into dust.
I hated the way you suffered,
I was hoping your days weren't numbered.

Little one, you will surely be remembered.
I will treasure the love you offered.
And though it was a painful goodbye,
you still left me a look with a lullaby.

and will leave you with tears and just go?
Why is it so easy for some to fling,
and later ignore your feeling?
Why is it so easy for some to tell a lie,
and then leave you with a question 'why'?
Why is it easy for some to call you special,
when you are treated just like normal?
Why is it easy for some to say they love you,
but they don't show that they do?
Why is it easy for some to surrender,
when they've promised to love you forever?


*-Steph Dionisio, June 06, 2016

She has innumerable scenarios in her mind but you are her favorite
She's drifting by your smile and simple hello's and then her words are lost
She wonders about your thought and the difference between fantasy and reality
She always see tons of ways to find fondness in you
She doesn't want to gamble her feelings for something unsure yet caught herself lost in the idea of you
Though for a moment she's stuck in the delusion of being with you
She tries to stray from the illusion of loving you.

-Steph Dionisio, October 06, 2015

I don't know exactly who you are,
or what is the reason behind your scar.
You're not a person whom others think is a saint,
but I can see that something in you is quaint.

The way your eyes look are strange,
it can make some people's mood change.
You see yourself as a distressing person,
but you don't mind and still carryon.

You hide your wounds by pretending you're fool.
Sometimes you think your "**** side" is cool.
I can see that you are hardening your heart,
from Someone who can give you a beautiful art.

Behind every negative things about you,
and the things you are going through,
is a person who's needing an attention,
someone you can share your deepest emotion.

I hope people see, what I see in you,
by the way you look you've given me a clue.
There is always something good in someone,
even when his good deeds are unseen and undone.

My heart is hoping for the best thing to happen,
that someday you will surrender your burdens,
because even when people think you're *******,
I still believe something's beautiful in you.

*-Steph Dionisio, November 11, 2014

She craves for your smile and the look in your eyes,
while you think of someone and your head full of whys.
She hears the throb of your heart despite of great distance,
while you choose to keep silent and hide your presence.
She's quietly telling you that she listens and cares,
while you seek for someone's sweet stares.
She patiently waits for the time you will talk,
while you choose to give no words and just walk.
And she knows you will never notice the whisper of her heart,
not only because you are North and she is South—
it is because in you heart, she'll never have a part.

*Steph Dionisio, November 13, 2015

The first time we've met I knew we'd click.
There was no doubt that you and I wouldn't be closed.
Fate was at my side and helped made a way.
I was happy and enjoyed your company.
I loved how we exchanged laughs and stories.
The late night talks brought me smile and truly unforgettable.
Being with you was good and the feeling was comfortable.
I still recall when we traded hugs.
Do you remember the feeling when we thought each other was enough?
Challenges from your side to mine tried to shake the faith we have.
But I was and still glad that you were with me those times.
No, there was no "us" but somehow, at some point,
I know the feelings once became mutual.
Then, a day came when every thing seemed different.
I asked myself, "What happened?"
Tons of things bugged my mind and heart.
I wouldn't want to lose what fate created in us.
But-
when I tried to speak for myself,
words mumbled and we both misunderstood.
My heart was guilty and didn't mean to hurt.
I wish you know how I badly wanted to make everything all right.
And at the same time, I felt the pinch in my heart
when I heard no words from you.
You shun and made me feel that the feeling I had for you was wrong.
I didn't want to make myself believe that I hope you'd show me that it is you..
you that I prayed for, but I did.
Then again, the situation proved me wrong,
and made me realized that it wasn't love we had.
Why it seemed like fate was kidding with us?
Perhaps, the feeling that was growing before suddenly stopped,
has now a beautiful plan for tomorrow.
The memories we had are indelible.
Now as you face your life ahead,
I'm holding my pen, writing you this  to let you know that my heart isn't holding a grudge.
I know your heart is open again to love someone and
my soul believes that things will surely be better each day.
Today, I'd like to tell you that my heart is happy for you.
Those days we had together gave us something good and lesson to remember.
I hope the new journey that we're going to make in separate ways,
will bring us the joy that we tried looking together.

*-Steph Dionisio, June 28, 2015

It's a great wonder how our eyes have met.
******* with my thing and various people were around,
I was still caught by your presence.
You are the story I've never knew I'd read.
From the day my eyes have met yours,
I was totally distracted—
distracted by your eyes filled with emotions.
The silence between us have brought words;
Feelings became mutual.
Strange feelings painted hearts;
It brought deep hope and started creating fire.
Fate's on our side,
and time drew us closer.
We were strangers who found a home in each other's heart.

*-Steph Dionisio, August 23, 2016

My heart melts, every time I look at you.
You can make me feel happy and blue.
You are leaving me many questions,
and it affects my emotions.

I want to ask you untold things.
Something that you can give meanings.
Despite that, I don't know where to start.
Because I have this hesitating heart.

The length of our life has a big gap.
Please tell me, is growing up a huge trap?
You had this strong body before,
but now you are weak- looking poor.

Are you ready to face the end?
Is there something you want to mend?
Did you find the meaning of life?
Was there a thing that you didn't strive?

After some years, I will be in your place,
though it isn't sure yet, I'm carried by His grace.
Even to your old age, you inspire me.
I see you as a person, stronger than a tree.

I may not know you or the things you did,
but here is a poem for you I bid.
I hope you find the things you are looking for.
Just remember, great things can be found in our Creator.

In his world where the sun barely rises,
there she is— set to give warmth.
The war inside his head is extreme,
but there she is whispering good dreams.
Many times he will shout "help!"
and there she responds and loves him more than herself.
She chooses to learn how to dance in the rain,
and tells him she's there even in times of pain;
because she cares more of his scars
than facing her own wars—
because she loves him and she hopes he knew.


*-Steph Dionisio,  February 14, 2018