One

A poem writen for the woman I love more then life itself.

Her voice shatters the sanctity of my fragile mind,
Not in vain or in surrender.
Opening a world which breaks all known emotion,
Bringing forth new beginnings of trial and error.
Not to judge thine, but to love thine.
Not to strike thee with the proverbial stake,
But to care and comfort thine when it shall be needed most.

Knowledge and power have been known to tame the beast,
But her innocence is enough to tame me,
For now I am hers forever and for always.
Not in vain or surrender but again in a new beginning.
Opening a world that doesn't revolve around misery
Opening a world which the blasephmous shall perish
Bringing forth a new world that finally has true meaning.
Love