Raven locks and emerald pools, sitting in marble carved smooth
Complexities of mind rival all those of natural design
And societal beliefs that rise above the norm
She is the siren that sings through my storm
She sings of scars, anger, and unshedded tears
Themes of both of our stories written so far
Emerald to gold, we exchange our pains
We grow together as the storm still rains
Troubled like I, scared to trust again
Been scarred before, gashed deep by another
Reaching out to heal those unseen wounds
Reaching in hopes of seeing her love bloom
Bloom like the emerald rose she is
Unimaginable in beauty or form
Unearthly in grace or design
Unnatural one of a kind
