My rough fingers stroked with care,

Her warm brown and delicate hair;

As we lay under the midnight sky,

Breathing in the fragrant air,

Her eyes like always slowly traced,

Those teeny tiny twinkly stars;

Mesmerized by their glittery magic,

Completely lost inside their art,

But I wanted not even to know,

How bewitching those stars were;

For my gaze was solely fixed,

Where it belonged ; just on her,

"Look at the sky", she softly said,

Sensing on her my wild eyes;

I firmly shook my head in no,

Making her look at me with a smile,

She tilted her head as if wanting to ask,

Isn't staring at me a tiresome task?

Oh how to her this truth I could tell;

Drinking in her beauty was my escape from hell,

The wind around us lightly twirled,

As I was pulled into a trance;

Of how ethereal this girl looked,

Lying here peacefully , in my arms,

Her breathing a mere soft whisper,

Her heart beat achingly calm,

As she slowly leaned into me;

Resting her head on my palm,

I breathed in her soothing scent,

As my sanity questioned ; why?

Did this universe choose me for her,

When all I did was make her cry,

She was like a heavenly rain,

An anodyne for all my pain,

But I for her , was a violent storm;

The death note , to her life song,

She was more of a crimson rose,

Created uniquely to be adored,

And I , was just a hazel thorn;

Labelled by nature as something forlorn,

She was like a deafening universe,

And I, no more than a fading star,

How could I brighten up her world?

When I , forever, had lost my spark,

Her heart was like a silent symphony,

A perfectly imperfect chaotic harmony;

How could fate write her as mine?

When I was just a broken rhyme,

I would've continued this list so long,

Had she not broken into my thoughts;

Snuggling into the hollow of my neck,

She softly exhaled ; indicating she had slept,

My heartbeat sped ; my eyes dropped,

Towards her face ; innocent like a swan,

How could she entrust herself to me?

Like I was the knight and not the beast,

I leaned down and gently brushed,

My dusty lips on the side of her head,

I was nature's worst choice for her;

While she was absolutely beyond the best,

She had seen me in with all my scars,

All my wounds and all my flaws,

She had known me for the monster I was;

And yet she had not even once backed off,

I had hurt her countless times,

Rejecting her love ; leaving her crying,

But deep down I was always scared,

How could I dare to call her mine?

But now I didn't have anything to dread,

As my weakness , was now my strength;

For I had found a reason to live,

Amidst this world that wanted me dead,

Gently I placed her hand on my chest,

My heart glad that she had slept,

For I could never say ; when she was awake,

That she was the risk I would always take.