To: Her
Playful hope, meet this peculiar stance.
None like lived, nor knew before.
I am unmistakingly new to her.
I handidly offer the bluest skies;
These purest thoughts.
My free hand bestows unconditional loyalty.
In past, She's been lightfully promised.
For Self, her words pour meaning.
Let her voice be equally heard and responded,
And taken heed.
I wish to know her ideas, I wish to know her pains.
I wish to know thee's heart, and
Speak how is genuinely cared.
She counts in self's opinion, saved or spilled.
I am here.
This awesome world I subtly seek
I cannot run it best, by Self.
True greatness shall require great inspiration.
Passion, trust, and security;
Our absolute tools.
One life is to know, if not to blend.
Her pure smile adds life;
Her felt eyes, I may need daily,
As they've spearfully pierced my being.
Her soothing word offers dim haste.
Her soft hand, I may never know.
The offer of silent allowance.
This, I'd pridefully tell the world of her essence.
For She, unsparingly, deserves the world.
