My new love found a higher plane for being a poet.

Written wishes touched my heart as washable tattoos.

I realized I was that free bird people liked to sometimes mention.

One with an optional home,

But I felt carried over into more. 

My new love pays attention to detail when it comes to me.

I was living stories, 

But my loves mobile home.

Only brushed over as a symbolic raven to some,

But I was a will constantly meeting a powerful end.

Between my book and in his book.

He took the time to read me and painted beautiful pictures.

Knowing me better than myself a lot of the time.

I questioned if that was why God came before husband and wife.

There's joyous laughter.

Life's true meaning to love.

An easy feel into each setting.