The Artist and the Poet

In the love that we share, I find it to be rare. The rubies match your eyes, Your skin is soft as the skies. You have warmth to cradle, And to tell a fable, Of the endless nights. Of the rageful fights. It's you and me, baby. Let's grow together, maybe? [ I love my beautiful Artist. Anyone who knows me personally will know who I'm talking about. Almost a year I've been with her, and I never regret a single day. ]