Faustina Marie Biography

Lovely, lovely, lovely;
They say that you are lovely

I see the sparkling in your eyes
...

A mother's love
Wraps around you like the wind,
Invisible, incomprehensible, and inescapable-
Not that you would want to escape
...

I once went to a recital
For Spoken Word Poetry

A young man and woman
...

Second doesn't sound nearly as special
As first

But you're a world more important to me.
There are scars on my hands
...

I stand untouched
by flames and clubs
But the horror rakes my throat,
The fires are far away
...