You're standing there alone,
Wind whispering in your ears.
For you are at peace,
With yourself and the sky.
Your eyes have no distinct shade,
but that of depth- reason.
As the ominous clouds allow a mere ray of sunshine to dote upon you,
it appears as though you were created with far more passion and skill.
Far more than any other mortal placed upon this earth.
Almost as if you are not a mortal at all.
An angel, a divine spirit that graces this world...and me, with your presence.
But the reality is- you are not an angel, nor a kin of satan.
You are the possessor of my heart,
The bandit who has stolen my words.
You reside in my dreams and lighten my soul.
The smile my lips adorn,
The hope within my eyes,
It is all you.
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