Her’s
She is the early morning light
She is the first singing bird in the morning
She is the security of a hallway light
She is made of 1,000 year old rock, weathered and strong.
She is the ring of a wind chime
She is the purr of a kitten
She has lips softer than rose petals
She is the crash of a wave
She is the sound of rain
She is my first thought in the morning and the last one at night
She is mine
I am her’s
~ 𝓛𝓲𝓵𝓵𝔂












