She is the axis that my world spins upon, the pinnacle of my very existence, my reason to breathe, to live.
There are others that have come and gone, but none, nay, nothing ever that can possibly exist in this star speckled void that we call a universe can compare to her.
Her. My love, my dearest. The saccharine honey that glazes my love-struck eyes brimmed with adoration for her.
The eyes, oh!, the sapphire orbs that clutched my heart and ripped it, beating, from my chest.
Her. The apple of my eye, the one my devotion belongs to, whom sunk her claws into my rose-red heart pumping blood through my veins in her name.
My beauty, my true love.
Her. My cat.
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Poems
PoetryPoems I've written when the mood has struck or when I don't want to cry so I write or when I want to procrastinate other writing or because I just felt like it. Here you go.
