is the best muse a poet could ever know.
No one else could break my heart so beautifully. No one else has
the mind, the eyes, the heart, the soul, the body, the words, the pleasure, the pain
that she has.
No one makes the mistakes she makes. No one endures the trials that she has. She is pefectly ordered chaos.
No one embodies the pure vulnerability and power of the female essense as she has in my life. Theres nothing as captivating as her secrets. Theres nothing as elusive and rare as her respect. Her attention is gold. I could stare at her shadow for days.
She is the reason i became a poet. Decades before we ever met.