“No matter the weather, if you embrace her storm she will always be your sunshine.”

And I fell madly in love with the way you smiled every time it rained.

Take these wings and fly, I would sacrifice it all to watch you soar free.

You are the gift I will never tire of unwrapping.

How empty yet curiously heavy, my hands without yours.

And when you’re ready knock softly upon this heart, for love sleeps within.

Beauty in her chaos, and stories in her scars.

You are my dreams by day, and my every waking thought all night.

And when the rain falls come dance with me in puddles instead of drowning.

Love is free, so give it generously.

I have nothing to offer you, but an endless love and a handful of dreams.

And even in such a temporary world, my love for you will always remain.

Often the ugliest of scars are worn by the most beautiful people.

Poetry will always be my way to watch joy dance and make heartache sing.

And I will love you always, as if I ever had a choice.

I miss most of all, the very pieces of you that I never met.

Dust off your heart and let it love once more.