I observe her while she dances in the kitchen, wearing nothing but a graphic tee and her pink lace underwear. Her hair is flowing, and it's brown, and it's beautiful. She has big blue eyes that soar for greater knowingness, and freckles that have been created from past summer days that I never spent with her. Her smile is growing, and her one crooked tooth is her biggest perfect imperfection, and she hates it, but I love. We put vinyls in the record player, letting them spin like the love in our minds. I grab her hand, and the grins grow wider as we dance amongst our tiny apartment, and it's enough. It's home... No, not our apartment, but her. She is home. She is the planted garden in my mind and the beating of my heart. And without her, there is no smiling, there is no joy, there is no heartbeat, there is no living. I hope she stays, oh God I hope she stays, simply because a world without my beauty, isn't beautiful at all. With her gone, the streets looks poorer, the sky looks duller, and life looks worthless. But with her here, the sun is smiling, the moon is dancing, the people are happy, and the universe is whole. The only thing that can seperate us now is death, but even then, I know somehow we'll find a way, because she is the light, and I am the dark that is following her for the greater good, and I love her for this. I love her for her laughter, and her sadness, because her emotions are strong enough to cause a war in mind, but then when it heals, everything is good again; only she can do this to me. Her happiness is mine and we are together, til death do us part, and beyond. When the graves have been dug, and the grass has grown over, just believe that our skeletons are smiling, holding hands, and our souls are dancing without a care somewhere in a distant place for the two of us, forever. Endless compassion for her, I hold, and with that I will wish the same for you. For you to find someone who will hold you while you're at your breaking point. For someone to love you even when you don't love yourself. Because all we really need is that, and when the only thing we can't stop from happening, finally approaches, just hope for the love to grow into the roots of this Earth, and to spread throughout. My world is full of infinite beauty, thanks to the first thing that really opened my eyes; her.
The first free verse poem I've wrote on here. It's sloppy, but I like it. Let me know what you think! X Sage
