She is the light in my darkest days
the calm to my chaos, the warmth in my haze.
Like a gentle whisper of love in the softest of air,
She found me, held me, showed me she care.
Her touch is a vow, persistent and true,
Her love is a fire, burning right through
through the monsters, through the fears, through all I've ever known
and in her care, I have finally grown
She heals what was broken not by her
piece by piece, I became whole with her
When my brain runs wild, when the panic takes over
She silences the chaos, her love makes me hover
I'd give her the moon, the stars, the universe, the sea
but none shine as bright as she does to me
So here is my heart, my soul, my vow
my love, my always, my now.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A masterpiece! A beautiful poem: thank you for sharing!