"Look closer.

Take notice.

Lean. The. Fuck. In.

Open your mind, then your eyes.

Can you now clearly see?

Her soul is not the bleak barren

dystopian wasteland

which you were to once believe.

Neither is it icy cold and frozen over

by winters harshest snow.

You looked closer didn’t you?

Really looked, and now you know

her heart is not black

or dark

and hard like coal

and her eyes are not

sad sullen

empty hollow holes

absent of any hope.

Her soul is fiercely passionate

like a sultry sexy

slow dance

being lead across the ballroom floor

by an old school

sweetheart romance.

She scribes eloquently penned poetry

dipped in ink and laced with lust,

yet firmly still she holds the hands

of devotion, loyalty and trust.

She radiates internally with the warmth

of one thousand forehead kisses

and behind her big and gentle smile

is the magic of one million granted

dreams and wishes.

Her eyes are an infinite unexplored abyss.

Two deep swirling cauldrons

of the hard life lessons learned

they speak in sparkles

and twinkle sometimes

like fireflies glowing brightly

lighting up the midnight sky.

She is chapters of triumphs

and pages of pain

forever known as that old cliche,

so don’t judge this book by her cover

for she is a hidden treasure trove

you are now starting to discover.

Not made of cement, or iron or steel

not broken throwaway junkyard parts.

she was built from the rain of clouds

the dust of stars,

the tissue of scars

and the imperfect petals

of sweetly scented wildflowers.

She was born to love, to bleed, to heal.

To give her heart to those in need

She is the light

she is the dark,

and every shade

found in between.

She was brought into your world

to teach you how to feel."

~ Sarah Hall

#Love