Oh Annelise, is it not love?

and it feels like i'm floating through notes singing some song my heart wrote. loves burning at my core, unlike anything i've felt before. i yearn for your taste on my tongue. my thoughts flow through time, unconcerned by the rhymes that i've said before. the ones that showed my depression, well now loves my confession. my dear annelise show me please what it meant for you to have my heart. And oh annelise, love, is it not a feat? it shall be the one we share.

Beauty.

I've met the beauty of a new born,
the beauty of a child,
the beauty of a chirping bird making life worth it's while,
the beauty of a flower,
a dove, a bee, and revery,
but never have i witnessed a beauty within me.

So she sits alone and stares.
knots tied in her hair
thoughts racing through her head
heart broken by birth and then dead.
What a peculiar death
still blinking and staring,
blood pumping and flowing.
she isn't there,
my dear Annelise, take care.