My Love.

She's the love, that I've been searching for. Like a bird, that lands on the ledge of your window. You care and feed it, then takes off. But always comes back, once in a while. When she's here, everything stops. As if the heavens opened up and shined right on her. The sun, asks to warm her face. Smooth Hawaiian skin, almond brown eyes, not perfect, but which of us are. We lay in bed, she listens, as I read my poetry concepts and unfinished material. We embrace each other, holding unto time. Never separating for a second. She never asks for much. Just to be the man, that saved her, from winters touch. I take my pinky, and write "thank you", across her heart. She'll fly away,back home, to her cage. The love I rescued, from winters touch. She knows my heart. And it misses her, so much.