She couldn't be a mortal, just simply born;
but truly a goddess, ignited, free from form.
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The day the ground met with her delicate toes
was the night the stars aligned in symmetrical rows.
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In dream, she dances and glides upon air.
Awake, she braids comets in the threads of her hair.
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My greetings seem hollowed, I am drifting afloat.
The language of fondness is a lump in my throat.
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Her outline is gleaming with a soft, vermilion luster.
Her eyes, subtle jasper, urges your core not to trust her.
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Not a staza, nor an epic can contain flawless grace,
or the yearning I feel when we are sharing this space.

I’ve got a great big “I love you”
stuck in my throat
and I’m saving it for someday
when we could see each other

I’ve got a big hug waiting for you
I’ve got these arms waiting
waiting to be held by you
waiting to feel you

I’ve got this lips
waiting to kiss your cheek
waiting to feel your lips

Just thinking of these things
makes me feel happy
feel alive
feel excited

I just can’t wait to see you.

i live in a constant battle
between what
my heart says
and what my mind says

and somewhere along the way
i got lost
trying to decide
what to follow

She was once cold as an ice
and hard as a rock
she wouldn’t let anyone get to close
she couldn’t bear -
catching feelings
all those unwanted feelings
“it will only mess me up” she said
“why would I take risks?” she added
she kept on building walls
walls so high
so that no one could get in
so that “she wouldn’t get hurt”

But the truth is
she wanted someone
to change her -
and that perspective
she wanted to change
she wanted to be loved

Little did she know
she fell for a hero
he caught her heart
he made her fall in love
little did she know
she was changing
she became the girl she wished
he was brave enough
to break the walls she built
he was everything she asked for
no matter how high the walls were
the walls were no match for his love
*his love for her.