Slowly suffocating on the sulfur of patience,
Polluting my lungs,
Lingering in the air around me,
Evasive and illusive,
This broken winged angel,
Beauty exudes from every pore.
Of solace within solitude,
Acceptance of loneliness,
Dreaming of the intangible,
Entrapping and elegant,
This Unstoppable fantasy,
Forcing through the seams of patchworked blockades.
Steadily watching as each fragile wing spreads,
Showing the magnificence of their owner,
Eclipsed only by her smile,
Each eye a sanctuary,
A secluded space for the soul to rest,
Protecting me from my worst demons.
The reason for my very being,
Each pain endured,
A lesson on how to treat her,
Like she deserves,
A harborer of joy,
Woman; in its purest form.
Acceptance in its most raging manifestation,
Entity of love and envy,
Entwining delicate conflicts,
Straining to keep from shattering,
A feeling expanding for a decade,
I will wait ten more.
Author's Bio: I live in a small town in Indiana....I LOVE when it snows outside. I am a veteran of two foreign wars and am just watching the world go round and round.