Her voice held something, something so heavy for my ears
Her voice had that sound, the type of sound that makes you stutter in any way you could envision it

My heart was crippled, I was filled with bitterness
Resentment was tainted all over my tongue
My conscious was in the dark - in a tunnel where I couldn't hear it

But as she continued speaking - her voice had magic, it evoked the soldier in me
I fought for, because she kept me alive in a form of poetry

You see there's this chill I get when I picture her in the sight of my bed sleeping, her legs a mess, her hair flourish all over the many pillows I'll have set for her, her hands open with her fingers waiting for mine to collide with. she's perfect from the way her mouth moves to the way she utters the simplest of words,I can honestly say she is peace.  
                 My peace.
She groomed me and helped me become the man she one day look up to. I was broken down and she kneeled and put me back to get only now I am of her design which makes me better.

What a love she has, what a love she created. What a love, what a love she is.

By: @ofentsetsie & @_dvniel