She believes in me.
Though, delinquent in character,
faith is upon me…when I am near her.
The darkest of nights…inflicted with screams, frights,
memories of a past life.
The lightest of orchid,
fleshy with her uncommon spice.
Increasingly, unending, there is knowledge that I can do better.
Clear sighted, my love’s core, strikes best when crisis is upon trouble’s long-lasting letters.
Duskiness can keep my fears.
Gloom may knock far from the bedside…
but it’s presence,
I cannot steer.
Somehow, my love, without seconds of thought…
Huddles to me…
Dashing away the somber crevices.