As a poem made of diamonds.
Unbreakable and ancient.
All in a collection of long lost dreams.
Fading into insignificance.
Much too fast
As enduring a love .
So meant to last

As a shadow.
She wrote deep on your wall.
Engraved dense in your heart.
Scribbled over your soul.
A soul with a hole.

A whole soul sold out.
Drilled out with a pencil.
That can be used.
Never be broke.
Written in words.
But never abused.

Not for abusing.
In words just amusing.
In poems fired up with passion of magic.

As a lady in waiting, patiently.
For him to come home from his war.
As an entirety of the being .
He was before.
The vacant face in his empty space.
Her face is not empty.

As a glowing warmth.
As a blessing in disguise.
As a hole in his world.
Needing filling with care.
Without eating away at him.
His,his cute princess.
Won't get in his hair.
(C) Livvi 29/11/2013.