Submissions by DiscipleofLife (Fenom)

When we sit and talk                    
I await your coy glance                  
it takes me somewhere,I've never been                  
the space where air,and fire dance                  
illuminating all the gloom                  
kept deep within                  
     
the rarest of beauties from inside to out                  
extraordinary,to say the least                  
I admire your individuality                  
above all else                    
and your caring nature                    
can give ones...

She holds truth beneath color                    
though her view is sometimes grey                   
Seeing what escapes others                      
feeds the struggle to remain                    
       
Intrigued by her style                      
it captures my eye                   
Her wit extracts laughter                    
a gift rare to find                    
       
Vision,imbued with creativity                     
Intellect,able to fill endless sky                   
Still I'm saddened by her self...