Heart in robes...

A silver lining in my skies, beaming at me as she fights;

Her battles were never in my plight, For she kept them always out of my sight;

In her ventures she showed me some light, towards where she headed always kept us in delight;

In the cold nights, she kept me away from the fright, Oh, we never knew of frost bite;

Until the moment, sanity came in and said, "Oh my Love, I have put you in deep strife".

A revolting Princess, she likes to set her world free;

From torment and never seen agony, with her strong will to bring home harmony;

She composed her own symphony, in dealing with her destiny;

For anything that breaks her apart, she taught me how to take it to task;

It is always a sensible ask, if I have to reach her so fast;

When I have to get rid of this mask, she tells me, "............................"

I try to mimic her in real, to only end up in a world surreal;

The beauty of Love is to reveal, what a hard night's toil cannot heal;

In all the spoils she made me feel, that her heart is really the deal;

But, when asked if it was a steal, I bent over like molten steel;

In her eyes I seldom feel, anything less than my heart's feel.

She is my festive lights to brighten up, my untold joy to liven up;

In all I compose these verses out, it was her silence that fired me up;

In an attempt to tighten the grip, I see where I have ended up;

She will bail me out, is what I hope;

Oh, my Love! You have my heart in robes... -rPhoenix