My guiding light, my artist, my sunshine, oh if emotions were colors, I'd be a rainbow, filled with bright yellows and stunning greens, dazzling purples and breathtaking blues.
You are the billowing smoke that looks so elegant in its way, like pouring cool cream into tea; You are the sharp edge of defense, an expertly crafted sword that sings so sweetly, a free soul by nature
You feel like home, or what it should be, with warm hugs and soft embraces, love and hope and reassurance; smiles and laughter and soft kisses on foreheads, with captivating brown eyes that shine in the sun, like sunlight through whiskey or rich chocolate for a loved one
Oh, miracle worker, whatever did I do to deserve your presence? Your light shines in the darkest of times like a beacon of safety, your embrace like the sunlight in your smile, warm and comforting.
You're sweeter than honey and more beautiful than the stars, sol dea, solis numen is a true name for you, my diety of the sun
Yes, the miracle worker, who finds shimmering starlight in the eyes of the blind and finds unwavering faith in the snarling demons, sweet miracle worker, your words are back again to bring me home.
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Look it's something that's happy; anyone guess how many words?
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Poetry
PoetryAn actual attempt at a description? Whaaaat? ~~~~~~~ ~~~ ~~~~ ~~~~~~~ Falling, sinking, shattered on the ground where are the pieces to connect- -together again? ~~~~~~~ ~~~ ~~~~ ~~~~~~~ ^^^ That's just part of one of them, they're not that short. ...
