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2.9k · Jun 2020
Dominican Knight
Tiffany Arnett Jun 2020
I met a man.
No, not just a man.
I met a gentle soul.
I met a knight hidden in the tropics,
I know he would fight for me if he could.

He is a man of kind words and promises,
He means what he says.
His eyes are dark,
They hide his beautiful heart.
His love is sincere.

His smile is fleeting in pictures,
But it lights up the world.
His voice is deep,
It moves me like thunder.
His intense gaze never makes me falter.

Souls like his are few and far between.
His words soothe my pain,
But they also make me laugh and cry.
He is a rock to support those he cares for.
He never gives up on them.

I met a man.
I met a strong, dark knight.
I met an incredible soul.
I found a love.
Or did I meet Eros in disguise?
664 · Jun 2020
Divine Mortal
Tiffany Arnett Jun 2020
You can search far and wide for a beauty that matches hers.
Only Gaia can hint at the beauty she possesses.
Her eyes are a soft green,
A gentle aquamarine like that of the sea;
They captivate and tranquilize you.
Only Helen's smile is a pale example of hers,
Which leaves you with the desire to see it again;
Nothing in nature surpasses her smile.
The right words will reveal her laugh,
Only the Nightingale's charming melodies can come close;
It is a siren's call that you follow repeatedly to hear again.
She radiates warmth when she holds you,
Like a gentle touch of glow of Apollo on your cheek;
A natural peace can be found when her arms are wrapped around you tight.
Her dark hair is as soft as a cloud,
Yet it runs through your fingers like wild silk;
She is a dark-haired version of Aphrodite when her hair is left down.
You can travel across the world in search of a beauty like hers,
But nothing can match it.
It is not restricted to the mortal body.
You have to look inside her heart to discover its origin.
She is kindness personified,
Her scruples displayed in her actions;
Maybe she is **** reborn into the modern world.
She holds conversations with all,
But she befriends only a select few;
Her exclusive circle open only to those she cherish.
I can wonder how blessed they are to be in her presence,
I only wish to be in her arms;
Yet she has carefully let me in with open arms,
While protecting the parts she is not ready for me to glimpse.
My patience and support she will eternally have,
As a friend, companion, or more;
Her happiness is my ever reaching ambition.
Not even Gaia can compete against this dark-haired mortal goddess,
Whose strength I forever admire.
She will always remain a compelling presence in my life,
No matter the Fates' intentions for our lives.
371 · Jun 2020
Angel of Masks
Tiffany Arnett Jun 2020
Life presents you with many gifts.
Some may be opportunities,
Some may be material things.
My favorite gift is the people in my life,
Especially her.

Who is she?

She is a fierce dark angel who is not afraid to fight,
But do not be fooled by the masks she wears.
Her closet is filled with them,
And she chooses multiple options for her day ahead.
They have never fooled me.

My favorite mask is the one she was born with,
Her in her natural state.
She shakes off her beauty,
Denying it to the world.
Her blue-green eyes are hidden behind books,
Or they hide under her mane of dark hair when she writes.
She will smile when you approach her,
But it is just another mask she employs to hide the pain I see in her eyes.
The masks have never fooled me.

In my thoughts she is my Bellona,
Fighting battles on a terrifying battlefield.
Her choice of weapon is inconsequential,
Her eyes and words can be fatal.

Her friendship is rare and unique,
She is my Guildenstern and I am Rosencratz.
I would follow her across the galaxy,
And together we would be kicked out of Elysium.
Deep secrets are traded between us,
A currency worth more than money.

She is a woman of many layers.
Every day is full of surprise, laughter, and mischief.
No one could manage us.
Conversations are endless,
Hearts are placed on the table.
Trust is gained and built,
Each brick of trust adding to the celestial temple of our friendship,
Where masks are left at the door.

She is a precious and stubborn gift life presented me with,
No matter how much she denies her importance.
She is my dark angel...my master of masks.
She is my war goddess...my protector and supporter.
She is my partner in crime...my creator of oh so delicious ides.
She is the thread that keeps me tethered today this enchanting life.
206 · Jun 2020
My 5 W’s
Tiffany Arnett Jun 2020
You watch YouTube,
Enough to explore and discover.
You found The Last,
A romantic video from Wong Fu Productions.
I cried the first time we watched it,
And I cried the second time too.
You held me tight,
Making me cry harder
When you made your own case,
How I am your five loves.

Here are mine.

Who you are is my green-eyed woman,
Who I befriended at work over pictures of my cat.
We can never appreciate Muffy more for bringing us together.

What you are is the woman of my dreams,
My greatest supporter in everything I do.
Not even Scarlett Johansson can measure up to you.

When you are is the brightest moment of my life,
Finding me in a moment when I felt alone.
You made me believe in my own happiness again.

Where you are is a small Appalachian mountain town,
Known for its long winters and college atmosphere.
You make the winters warmer and my days brighter.

Why you are is the reason I smile and feel happy,
Why I look forward to my future.
But only if it includes you.

I love you forever.
I like you for always.
As long as you love me,
My Green Eyes you’ll be.
Here is the link to the transcript and video of The Last: https://www.google.com/amp/s/lybio.net/wong-fu-productions-the-last/film/amp/

Last four lines based off my favorite childhood book I Love You Forever.
197 · Jun 2020
My Poisonous Heart
Tiffany Arnett Jun 2020
My heart has always been a terrible prize to hold,
Whether it's been given or earned.
It's a poisoned burden.
It's strong and loyal to its possesor,
But it smothers and steals their last breath.
It supports during the toughest moments,
But it pushes away when abused.
It will naively believe the best in others,
And it breaks when reality crashes down.
It will guard itself with steel,
But it will allow sinister people to slip through.
It has learned to stop hoping,
And then doubts the person who tries to take care of it.
It feels empathy to its core,
So it's often too sensitive and moody.
It's a difficult prize to behold,
But the right person can cure it from its poison.
They will take a deep breath and plunge in again.
They can treat it with fierce love and positive reassurance.
The right person can prove there is goodness in the world.
They can dismantle the walls.
They will heal the wounds and wrap it in love.
The right person can be my heart's savior.
170 · Jun 2020
Drowning in Depression
Tiffany Arnett Jun 2020
Depression is a darkness that creeps up behind you.
You never expect its presence,
Not until it taps you on the shoulder.
It wraps you in its clutches,
Making darkness creep in from all sides.
Soon you are lost.
You cannot see your surroundings.
You are consumed with fear and sadness.
Suddenly you are drowning.
You are pulled under the water,
No matter how hard you fight to stay above the surface.
You pour your energy into your strength so you do not drown,
But it eats away at you.
You cannot keep fighting.
Your brain tells you to give up.
Your body is exhausted.
There is no hope.
You close your eyes and stop fighting,
You feel yourself falling deeper into the water's depths.
The darkness swallows you up,
And your pain goes away.
113 · Jun 2020
My Love of Many Names
Tiffany Arnett Jun 2020
She goes by many names,
The woman who captured my heart.
I call her Green Eyes because of her captivating eyes,
Which sees in me things I never thought existed.
She is Cuddle Cub when I am in her arms,
Where I find safety and tenderness.
She is the sun and stars of my universe;
Her radiant light warms me at day and brightens my night.
She is mi amor in my heart,
Even if she is not ready to hear that.
She is my partner in all but name.
She is Helen,
Whose beauty arrests me.
She is Aphrodite in the flesh,
Whose touch makes my heart flutter.
She is my present and future,
She is the owner of my heart.
106 · Jun 2020
My Heart's Awakening
Tiffany Arnett Jun 2020
It only takes a moment to know,
Watching her head lay down for a short rest,
Hiding her captivating but beautiful green eyes from view.
It only takes a gentle innocent touch to make my heart flutter,
Her soft hand caressing my own,
Her touch saying more than words could say.

I yearn to hold her in my arms,
Where I know she will lay like she belongs there...because she does.
I wonder what her hand would feel like in my own,
Or what it would feel like to play with her beautiful dark hair.

She awakened a part of me I never knew existed,
A part that misses her when we are apart,
A part that could spend all day making her laugh,
A part that never wants to miss a ****** expression,
And a part that never wants to stop staring into her eyes.
She makes my heart flutter just by thinking of her.

In that moment I knew I would do anything for her.
I would protect her heart.
In that moment I knew what my future looked like.
I see my hand holding the hand of an alluring dark-haired green-eyed woman.
She does not know I am already hers.
97 · Jun 2020
I Am Lucky
Tiffany Arnett Jun 2020
I am the luckiest woman in the world.
Why?
Yesterday I spent time with a goddess.
Although she fails to see herself as such.
Her beauty is timeless.
She is the sun whose rays brighten my days.
Her warmth envelopes me and keeps me warm.
She has eyes that radiate kindness,
And her smile can rival Helen's.
Every day I am with her will be dedicated to her;
For I am her loyal supporter.
Only the luckiest woman in the world gets to glimpse into her soul.
And every day I will count my blessings,
For that is me and my privilege.
77 · Jun 2020
My Heart’s Conquerer
Tiffany Arnett Jun 2020
Life is full of incredible wonders.
Just when you prepare to lose hope,
Life gives you a reason to keep trying.
And a beautiful reason she is.

There is something exciting about a new friendship,
Especially one with many possibilities.
There is a thrill in the journey,
A reminder that lovers may meet at journey’s end.

Her name means victory,
But I already knew that she won by the fluttering of my heart.
Her dark hair flows with a gentle curl.
Her fair face is sparkled with freckles and moles,
A beautiful constellation I would happily trace with gentle fingers.
Her pale eyes intrigue and captivated me,
For they often seem to reflect between green and light blue.
Her touch is gentle and caring,
It always sends my heart into flutters.
Her expressions keep me enthralled,
And I would do anything to make her laugh and smile.

I find my thoughts always return to her.
I wonder how her hand would feel in my own.
I wonder how her hair would feel as I gently play with it.
I wonder how it would feel to cuddle close with her.

I want to place kisses on her forehead.
I want to learn everything about her.
I want to tell her how much I like her.
I want to hear her curse.

Life placed her in front of me to remind me the boys there are in life.
I should keep going.
Even if friends meet at journey’s end,
Her happiness is worth it.
73 · Jun 2020
True Love
Tiffany Arnett Jun 2020
Love is debilitating.
I cannot breathe if we do not speak.
I cannot function when my every thought is of her.
She is my everything.
She is why the Earth continues to rotate,
And the sun continues to rise.
She is why the birds chirp,
Singing Apollo’s precious love songs.
Her beauty is nature’s greatest work,
But her heart and soul is my saving grace.
My heart skips when we talk.
My entire being exists solely for her.
Eros’s arrow struck my heart the moment blue eyes met hazel.
Love blossomed when laughs and smiles were exchanged.
I became hers when hands touched,
When promises were made.
61 · Jun 2020
Love Cannot be Measured
Tiffany Arnett Jun 2020
Love is an intangible object.
Rulers cannot measure its dimensions.
It is fleeting,
But its power should never be underestimated.
I can only measure love by moments,
By strong feelings that sometimes overwhelm me.
I can measure it by the deep conversations I have with my best friend,
Who is Bellona in disguise.
I can measure it by the devious plans we come up with,
Or the number of times I am astounded by the strength of our friendship.
I can measure it by the deep truths exchanged,
Or by the number of times she promises to stay.
I can measure it from the number of "I love you mores" that comes from my dark knight,
Or by his promises to always be by my side.
I can measure it by the number of times he checks up on me,
Or by how much he worries about me.
I can measure it by the number of times my sun and stars sings to me,
Or the number of times she tells me she loves me.
I can measure it by the voice messages she sends,
Or by the number of late night conversations.
I can measure it by the number of times she makes me laugh out loud,
Or by the number of times she tells me how important I am to her.
Love cannot be measured by meters or inches,
But I can measure it by how much my heart grows.
Happiness spreads through me when I feel the love they have for me.
Love cannot be measured by any instrument,
Only with your heart.
48 · Jun 2020
She Is
Tiffany Arnett Jun 2020
Her resilience.
It is astounding.
It is awe-inspiring.
It is sublime.

She stumbles,
But she never falls.
She hits walls,
But she creates her own doorways through.
She takes a beating,
But she always hits back...only harder.
She has changes forced upon her,
But she always adapts.

She is strength.
Infinite.
Withstanding.
Powerful.

She creates magic,
Using only her imagination.
She manipulates reality,
One sentence at a time.
She is an architect,
Her blueprints filled with otherworldly realms.

She is divine.
Whimsical.
Forbidden.
Profound.

She is a Black Widow,
Strong and dangerous.
She is Athena,
Wisdom personified.
She is the Author,
Creator of magical realms.
She is the Defender,
Protector of the innocent.

She is truth.
Beauty.
Hope.
Trust.

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