In it's purest form
I am complete
Filled with nothing but
     relentless
     joy
and a fiery desire to
endure
all the days of
t i m e
with you

Wall is high
Brick on brick
I build it thick
Let no one in
fear is sick

So simple
Black
     White
Orange
     Green
On and on the colors go
Where they stop nobody knows
Only one can be mine
But
     Which
              One
Rectangle paper
you're lifeless
close to worthless
once you're mine
      your priceless
to me you are important
all I need is you
sweet
lifeless
stupid
paper

By Gina Gordy