The first day I ever saw you was the day I first heard the words I had always wanted to say,
But coming out of your mouth.
It was the first time I heard you perform that I knew I wanted to be like you.
Your poem about the broken Angel, who you seemed to love so much
The angel who couldn't love herself.
I can't remember all your words but I can remember what I was feeling when you were speaking;
Frozen, sitting in the front row of desks, just staring because I didn't want to miss a single word.
Staring and hoping I could catch all of them - your words.
Because they reminded me of me, of what I've been feeling and what I've been meaning to say to the one I love yet I didn't know how before I met you.
As though I was locked in a room with no way of getting out and you walk in through the wall, entering my life with a key.
The answer I've been looking for for as long as I remember.
The memory of you came flooding to me full of the emotion in your voice and in your words, which I heard a story.
A story of a boy who loved a girl and he wanted the world to see her through his eyes but above the world, he wanted her to see her own beauty.
So you told the world about her.
Remembering that first day I saw you, that moment made me realize what I had to do
That I wanted to be like you and tell the world about a boy who saved me.
My angel is not a broken one, because I know you are too strong to break.