The Wings of the Simorgh

I wish words could describe how you make me feel, This love I have for you is limitless,  and I know that you feel the same for me.  You have strengthened me in ways I never thought I would be,  Yet the thought of losing you reveals my fragility inside. All those beautiful memories we shared together, from the late summer sunsets, to the Monday mornings in bed,  waking up to the sight of your beautiful sleepy face.  I know the path we chose isn't the easiest one,  I know there are people there who are close by who may also love you, but I promise you this, Nobody sees your potential like I do, nobody cares about you truly as I do.  One day, I plan for us to be together, to hold each other when we feel blue. A future with you is worth fighting for. My fragile heart is yours to keep, I gave it to you as I left your arms that night, and I asked you to protect it until I return.  My heart is heavy and I promise you I will be strong, lets hold ha

The beautiful girl just sat there quietly among the morning madness, Her attention fixed upon her pen and paper, As she poured her heart and soul into her art. She sat while families around her were both reunited and separated, She was waiting for a fresh start, The soul she would call home. When their eyes first locked, She looked like a deer caught in the headlights, She gazed curiously at the mysterious dark man. He walked over, and gave her a hug, And with that first touch, She was hooked. As the taxi took them away, They sat and talked as if they had known each other for their whole lives, Their hands locked together like a lock and key, Her soft hands fit perfectly in his callused palms. When they finally found themselves alone, Their lips met each other, And her passionate warm kisses excited him, He knew that every kiss would be special to him. He devoted his heart to her from that moment, He would do anything to make her happy. Ev

I wish the sun never had set on that Sunday afternoon, So we could still be standing on the bridge on the outskirts of the city, Watching the sun slowly kiss the rooftops of the cityscape, It's warm rays caressing the sides of the building,  As I, like that Bestower of light,  I caress your curves, And kiss your lonely lips. As that breathtaking orange hue fills the sky, You take my breath away with your radiant eyes and inviting smile. After the sun set and is replaced by the meloncholy moon,  My love for you slowly changes into a more passionate form, As I lose myself in your warming embrace, My ego shattered into a million pieces, Not even one sliver has remained without your influence.  Your warmth, Your sounds, Your figure,  These are all tattooed both in my heart and soul. And even after a night of gallantry and passionate devotion to you, When the sun awakes from its long slumber, the memories of our arduous love gives me purpose, 

The Artist splashed color onto the page, Her salty tears gave complexity to the colors she brushed on the page. As they dripped into the colors, Each color thanked her for making them come alive. Blue said, “I yearned to be the color of the skies, The color of rushing waters, Your tears showed me the way”. Green then exclaimed, “The color of the leaves in Spring were but an image, But your being poured into mine, With each drop I become the very thing I sought”. Yellow, With its bright gaze upon the sky, “I blinded myself searching for what gives the Sun its radiance, However it is your warmth that makes me glisten on the page.” And Red, Whose deep and passionate color came from the blood of the artist herself, Did not speak words at all, But only danced across the page, As the artist and her masterpiece became one.