She knows I love sunsets, so she sits beside me when the sun kisses the bottom of the horizon.
She knows I don't like coffee, so she warms me a cup of tea.
She knows I love poetry, so she tells me about the 'sun and her flowers'.
She knows I love the rain, so when it pours she pulls me out to dance in the rain.
She knows I love poets, so she asks me why Atticus chose to be anonymous.
She knows I love things that glows, so she traps fireflies in a glass jar and puts it on my table.
She knows I like to be alone, so she hides behind the closet and whispers to me.
She is the crescent moon whose smile is so beautiful.
She is the day flower who is so fragile.
She is the breeze that makes me feel alive.
She is everything I see
and is present everywhere I go.
A lonely woman
The once loved
My first kiss
My favourite dream
And my worst nightmare.
She carries a broken heart
Has a beautiful soul
And goes around carrying
a bag full of happiness.