my tears are not gods
they're not gallons or buckets
but just a few kept in a vile labeled with your name
my tears are not measured by pain
but happiness
you give this black shrouded existence reason
in photos we are juxtaposed
our faces fit like puzzle pieces
your vary beauty blinds me
white lights stretched across patterns of blue and gold
your skin is like soft flower petals
lightly caressing my forearm
I tremble so hard it gives me heart palpitations
your eyes are as intense as fire
you burn the hair from my flesh
leaving me naked and fearless
standing in your wake
you engulf me like the ocean
in your shadow I can not breath
I feel as if I'm washed up on an island
you picked me up and held me
crying like children in my arms
I pushed back the hair from your eyes
and told you:
*I will always be here for you