While She's Here

Please, let me love again.

She is the in-between

of heaven

and hell,

a devil

and angel

without horns

or halo.

Her wings are black,

beaten,

plucked,

damaged,

but soaring

and opening

in love.

She is a queen dethroned,

her crown

tossed and

broken

without even

a ceremony

or coronation.

Her skin is soft as silk,

wrapped

in layers

around

her lovely flesh.

I was on her shoulders,

high and

low again,

yet I am,

once again,

on her back,

hugging,

and she will never know

that someone

like myself

sees her

and smiles.

Please, give me this.

Allow me

to love

again just

for a while.

While she's here.

I'm afraid,

of our parting.

I'm afraid,

to love,

but I want

this feeling

to last for as long

as life

allows.

Author's Note

I was up writing this last night and I really feel as though my heart was poured out. The person I'm describing in this truly doesn't know how beautiful they are. I feel fluttery today (:

Reviews

[Iam-me]

What an amazing poem of love from afar from someone. Who does not even realize they have an admire, to say the least. So romantic, passionate, warm and sincere. Beautiful heartfelt.