On a dark gloomy day, she walked by my way. Everything is right as the sun shone bright upon my face. Her radiance is hope through the dark stormy night. She completes my soul,as look forward to grow old. She worries about tomorrow as her past gleams through the clouds which she tries so hard to cover. She is caring and always calm and I did love her. Her memories taunt her mood as it changes like the weather. She says nothing even if I ask her it's gonna be never. She promises forever, yet, she knows not what the future holds. As her beauty is of tales and folklore foretold. Like gold to silver we mix with a combination so unconventional and raw. Yet she hold my soul and at her beauty I stare and remain at awe. Peace was never a friend as my demons make my soul bend in a way that can't be described. I stare into her eyes for comfort. And find her distress I comfort her and yet in peace she can't close her eyes to rest. She is at best perfect for any man to have, privileged you'd feel. As a man with pride, yet her fears and hatred she does hide. Her name on your lips as if tis an everlasting kiss. She remains close yet, I feel she is missed. She distances herself yet shows as is well. I held her close with stories to tell. If I'm but the devil she'd be my hell. Kindness is her ammunition and gentleness her calm. I cannot never do her harm.
Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks
