Poems for the Lost

Infinite

I looked at her as if she was the world that I longed to discover, and she never quite understood the vastness she held yet under all of the world it was she I saw, she I longed for.
Maybe that doesn't make sense.
She was the core of my world. The very thing holding it together. She was raw and untamed.
Her tears wild pouring rain stripping the earth of everything it had ever held, her sorrow flooding the rivers of unkempt emotion.
Her rage was the wildfire in the woods that could not be stopped, no amount of water could smother it. The smoke choking her lungs and stealing her words from her mouth so fast she turn and run away from it only to burn faster and brighter than before.
Her happiness came in luxurious waves of sunshine that warmed every heart and soul around her. The peacefulness of stars twinkling in the sky glittered brightly in her midnight eyes.
She was the world.
My world.
Every perfect flaw.
Every enthralling disaster.
There came a day when I could call her mine.
Mine.
My heart.
My soul.
My happiness.
Mine.
And she called me hers for the first time. The first time of an infinite amount of times.
And maybe she saw in me something similar to what I saw in her.
A world of infinite possibilities and every one I longed to unfold, but she was mine and I was hers.
And we were infinite.