She traced the stars with her warm slender fingers,
She closed the eyes and took a deep breath,
If she wasn't in the blood which flowed in my veins,
I would be ecstatic to embrace death.

She took a step, her tiny frame carrying the weight of the world,
I wish I could protect her from every thing,
She is still so so strong, so strong,
Amidst her misery, she does dance and she does sing.

Her eyes they tell no lies,
Its like I am hypnotised, my spirit set free,
That deep brown gliding over the world, the people,
She's beautiful and she doesn't even see.

She's a fantasy my mind often weaves,
She's a wish upon a falling star, a dream,
She's not flesh and soul,
She's a million particles of magic and love, it seems.

She's a miracle worker and she's a miracle too,
Thinking of her brings a huge smile to my face,
She's a universe of infinities,
She's everything and nothing in this maze.

She looks at me, I am beyond zenith,
Her touch is like meeting eternity,
She is my very own angel,
And of course my poetry.

HAHAHA okay I wrote this for myself. My hate towards a certain bastard has made fall in love with myself. And if a guy ever sees you for less than what you are ladies, go kick some ass. Lol
Jc