Her redroses have thorns Her black demons surreptitiously lie It's like witnessing good flora be dissolved By potassium hydroxide The only trouble with her is this: All the while she is looking inside With a magnifying glass For each and anything amiss I'm viewing her with a kaleidoscope
Yet I magnify the intensity of her colors While she resides within Her fractured self-image But she's metamorphic Beneath that stress and pressure These tests cause duress And weigh heavy burdens Upon her chest
Yet instead of diamonds She produces a blue sapphire Something a little brighter To which she can hold on tighter I hope the load feels a little lighter As I throw my rope in And climb down there with her
Picture us collecting leaves With hearts on sleeves Forming jewels, relief swelling our heads Instead of the familiar usual ache Of wondering fools
Let's weave and wind our own designs And leave the threaded webs Of past mistakes behind To the point in time Where pressing rewind isn't so lonely Stones can be cold, or shine like silver Because we both know that gold Is cheap and phony
But not the heart of the ocean deep With devotion, A jewel of eternal love With Blue Sapphire eyes I will light up your dark skies And reveal to you the stars above
This poem is dedicated to the brightest light in the room. I love you.