It’s bristling trying to think how a woman who couldn’t match up the strength of the midnight candle to illuminate the ink on paper
Who got deafened to the noises of too many other kids dancing to the ringing bells
Survived through the wreckage by seeing hope in it .
She as a man saw life as work in progress
Studied the patterns and worked it better
driven, but patient
down to earth with ambitious dreams,
lovable and a little bit cocky,
smart, wildly optimistic .
she saw things differently with the gift of not being normal
She told me the language of her love starts with ” ME ” .
She tried to teach me but my mistakes left bruises on her heart
With this little piece I want to heal your heart
Let every eyes that look on these words know
You’re special to me
The glow on your face brightens my day
you’ll walk on gold .