Serene grace of the wind brushing up against the sways of trees.
The zenith of which the skyscrapers could reach.
You are the North Star of every hopeful love given.
The skies above our shrines throughout the valley of graves, you've found half the promises you've made.
Seeing a cat's tail in the underground, you tried to pull it up, receiving scathes and marks of the beautiful beast.
You are an unknowing mother, secretly caring for the ones you so admirably love.
The shorter the days, the longer the nights you sleep alone.
But I am here.
I will give you the light you so desperately kept reaching.
The Northern Lights of the poem of Sienna.
You are the beams of light above the clouds that the people admire.
You are beautiful, kind, and sight for sore eyes.
With every drop of snow dancing across the December air, we walk ever so slowly into another year.
Here we are, wishing to dance with each other throughout the year.
I will hold every moment we have dear.
Every kiss adorn with every smack you've given.
Every touch grasped around our waists, embracing the beautiful person that is you.
I will always, and forever will be in love with you.
Sienna