Diamond tears
trip down ivory cheeks,
running rivulets
through ruby lips
before pooling
in palms of alabaster.
She paints a picture
of beautiful sorrow.
Would she still cry
if she could see
how I see her?

I place a crown
Of beautiful blooms
Upon her golden head.
To me,
The blooms are a pale
Imitation
Of her natural beauty.
All she sees
Is a thorn
Among flowers

If I'm a prisoner of love
Then please feel free
To lock me up & throw away the key.

But what's obvious
To those with eyes to see,
Is that love was the one to set me free

When you read my words
Do you hear the beat of my heart?
Do you see the colour of my soul?
Do you feel the strength of my emotion?
Do you sense the hurt beyond the smile?
Do you relate to my inherent hope?
Do you know how much I love?

I bleed upon these pages
So you might see
That while you've never met me
You know me