People claim that drama and power cannot come from love

Or if it does, it is because it is broken

But I see in her eyes of forest hues the strength of it

To sit in a field and have the sun beat down on you

To hold her hand and feel her warmth fill my blood

I do not feel the need to tell her

For like glass, her love could shatter

It will light you on fire when the sun hits it just right

But a thrown stone will ruin its magnificence

The smell of smoke and grape hyacinth

The joy of sharing all I know

All I know

All I know is that I love her

I will be satisfied with just being by her side

I do not need her to be "mine" for she already is

My best friend, my joy, my love

I will destroy those who would dare harm her

All while giving her flowers and caramel

She is my life

My past, my present, my future

Should she pass, I will follow, just as the moon follows the earth

Her silent love is what I know and what I will take

And she will have my musical love

An orchestra to her

That falls on silent ears

-Anonymous