To the Soul

There is something quite special
About the quality of beauty
Which transcends the stereotypical;
To hold such magnificence,
Such angelicism,
The spark behind the greenery
I know her for best.

That glow of determination
Lighting like wildfires,
Spreading through her skin,
Burning to the touch.
The mischief,
The smile,
Full of roguish charm
Ready to take on the world,
Armed with nothing but her wits
And an untamed fire
Of all that she is.

She moves like a tempest,
Fierce and free.
Whirlwinds of embers, of danger, of dreams.
Her body, eclipsed by her passion.
Her spirit, bolder than her shell.
Her touch reaching past flesh,
Kindling ties with memories so often felt alone.
Her wings daring,
Uncontrollable, yet clear,
And, part of me believes that,
If she tried,
She could leave this place,
Glowing with grace,
Piercing through with her radiant eyes.
An angel of untainted love
Alluring, elegant, brilliant.
My perfect sun.

Beyond what lies traditional,
Beyond the gawking eyes,
Beyond what I’m told to follow
For Time brings her forth,
And who would I be if not to bow?
To shower her with the praise she deserves.
To indulge her with what she most desires.
And, who would I be, to not spoil myself in her smile?
To not willingly meet her gaze?
I crumple under the acknowledgement,
That, to her,
I exist.
She reels me in,
Drawing me deeper into her chaos,
Destroying the world I knew,
Replacing it with a world that exists solely for her.
Her laughter, crackling like fire,
A beacon in this cold
A pasture where I could finally  rest
In the warmth of the hearth she provides

To her, I am no mere sailor,
Nor a soul to be bought.
I am her wood scraps and charcoal,
Feeding her,
Helping as best I can,
To watch her become all she is destined to be.
An ember to a flame
An inferno
Watching as we burn the world together.