Him
Possessor of the night,
Clarity of the whole,
I look upon him and he speaks to my Soul.
The spark that is there
Without a care
To the world that undermines an artist's eye.
Him I surrender to
Without a clue to what may be
Love.
His genuinely beautiful Spirit I see,
For it is already a part of me.
Let me soar,
Explore.
His world and my own
No pressure of the time
Or distance of our hearts
For I truly feel that we will never be apart.
Always grateful,
