L***

The stars were singing softly that night,
Each one blinking synchronically,
Each filled with endless light,
Peace and empty silence filled the air,
Each wake floating with a harmony
Melodious of a scent,
Unforgettable to the senses,
And then I felt her coming near,
I saw her in the shadows,
Lurking with a grace no one could ever mimic.

She spells her name with four letters,
The first of which is an L
But itS not important really
SheS truly wonderful.
Beauty is something,
That people used to say,
Would describe our time of the past,
The present and future,
Something stunned into existence,
Brought forth through life itself,
Present within the soul,
Yet emanating from the spirit,
Tangible as a spectre of life,
Gliding through a world empty of emotion,
Something about her does nothing less than that;
Nothing less than
Make the heart stop beating,
If only a second,
Yet in that second,
It is as if time itself has stopped,
And an eternity has caused the world to freeze,
Commosion on the inside,
Chaotic to the bone, yet reverberating with
An essence of such glory
Each movement is earth-shattering,
Each in awe of her very existence.

She spells her name with four letters,
The first of which is an L,
And possibly has the most wonderful name
Ever to have been thought of,
Simplistic, yet caring and cherished,
Thinking about it does nothing
But fill me with the utmost incredible emotions
Each staying for a second
To reawaken dreamt up past memories

In a few words it would be impossible
To truly describe her
Dancing with the grace of the wind
Free-flowing, a kindred spirit
Embodied only for a brief second
Before slipping away
Back into the realm of imagination;
Each time she whispers a word here,
Or there,
Each seems to become a halcyon murmur,
Her words too delicate for mortality,
Drifting off to sleep.

She spells her name with four letters,
The first of which is an L,
And every time I think about her,
My heart swells with a confused daze,
I'm exuberant and my spirits are lifted,
Yet I am sad and my heart lies torn to shreds,
She has one a many stolen me,
Into happiness,
Yet thrown me, more often,
Into depression,

Every time I start breathe,
Yet only begin to breathe,
My heart is filled with her essence

She spells her name with four letter
The first of which is and L
Her name,
Always in the deepest reaches of my heart,
Although she has clearly dejected me,
Is.
Love