I Have Written Poetry About a Special Someone
I run, through valleys
of green and gold,
through trees so thick
I've barely touched the sun...
The hills rise and fall,
the streams they flow.
They have bled and without this,
I would have never known...
I see her face
when she smiles,
within every trace,
I fly, I am free...
I can see the sun.
I know she sees,
through the glow.
She feels, she loves...
I feel, I love,
my heart aches so.
To my meant to be,
I feel, I must go...
She draws me in,
I breathe,
I whisper,
come to me,
My meant to be...
-Enaud
of green and gold,
through trees so thick
I've barely touched the sun...
The hills rise and fall,
the streams they flow.
They have bled and without this,
I would have never known...
I see her face
when she smiles,
within every trace,
I fly, I am free...
I can see the sun.
I know she sees,
through the glow.
She feels, she loves...
I feel, I love,
my heart aches so.
To my meant to be,
I feel, I must go...
She draws me in,
I breathe,
I whisper,
come to me,
My meant to be...
-Enaud