When I met her
I could see the stains of pain
Worn forlorn in her eyes
Like I was born with eyes
To interpret the scars she hides
Given ears to hear her silent cries
Meant to be her heart spy
I want to wrap her in my arms
Send her worries
To fly away to die up in the sky
Hold her close, hold her tight
Heal her wings, make her heart sing
Steal her away from time
Watch her return to flight
Bring her absolutely everything
That she has been wanting to be
Always be her light
Like moonlight
Shielding her every night
Yielding her love to constant changing height
About the Creator
J.M. Powell
You can make anything by writing. -C.S. Lewis
My passion is to spread what it means to love.
My published books of poetry: Quantum Leap Overmorrow
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Comments (1)
Beautifully composed! Love the lines “Like I was born with eyes To interpret the scars she hides” - just wonderful