We were strange in love

She and I, too wild to last, too rare to b . r . e . a . k .

She was my all

All for me 

She was my heaven

In the Mojave Desert or the Arctic Sea

Wherever it may be

She is the Treasure you see at the end of a d a r k   m i n e. 

She was not for everyone, but she was for me

She said different things in so many different ways and 

It caught my imagination.

She made the bleariness go away.

In reality she was everything I’d ever dreamt of

So simply unordinary.

She was a narrow road that after turns and hills, led to a field of chaos

She was a wild one, but some of us needed the storm to feel safe and the rainbow to appear afterwards.

Whispering, she delivers her thoughts to me at night when it’s time to sleep.

I look at her sometimes and wonder out of all the silver faces in the world, 

How did I find one that was so vastly perfect for me?