My fear
My eccentricity
My passion
My first, true love
She sees me through conflict
She holds my hand in anguish
She shows me truth
She is beautiful
Powerful
Taxing
Exasperating
She’s on my mind
All day
Every day
I’ve had to pause
And reflect
Is she really where I want to be?
Does she give me everything I need?
Is she truly for me?
Do I give her enough justice?
Do I exhibit her sincerity?
But she illustrates answers
With vernacular so melodious
She whispers yes
In every line
She screams perfection
Through every word
So I hold her
Close
Because she is my everything
She is
Poetry