Scott

You are my fire,

You are my air,

With that cute curl in your hair...

You are my water,

Are my earth,

You've no idea how much you're worth...

You are my spirit,

Are my soul,

It's your love,

That makes me whole.

I'm not very good at this,

But what I'm trying to express,

Is that by my side, every day,

Is where I want you to stay.

If I'm an "angel",

You're a god,

But not that old, demeaning sod...

There's a light in you I can't resist,

(that I'm a moth is a new twist)

This light of yours, it draws me in,

Until my heart glows, deep within.

And now you've got me lost for words,

A feat I know, seems absurd,

I cannot think what else to do,

Except to say that I love you.

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This is (obviously) for my wonderful boyfriend. Now, I'm not sure if this is a well-written poem... Or whether or not it's lame... All I know is that I could write a million poems in a million years and they'd still never express my love. So, while it may not be a good poem, it's a start.

I love you, Scott.

Spirit

In the FIRE,

In the COAL,

In the ASH,

There lies my soul...

In the WATER,

In the STREAM,

In the RIVER,

There I dream...

In the EARTH,

In the GROUND,

In NATURE'S

Where I'm safe and sound...

In the AIR,

In the BREEZE,

On the WIND,

Is where I'm free.

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Wow, where do I start? I'll start with the fact that I feel most at peace out in the bush on a cool, crisp night, bonfire crackling by a trickling stream. Sometimes I like my own company, other times the company of those who mean the most to me; that is, my closest friends, and my incredible boyfriend. I suppose, for me, this poem is simply a reflection of the softness I keep hidden under my spiky shell of sarcasm and death-glares. Poetry, and in the company of those I love most in the world seem to be the only places I reveal this softer side. So here she is, my inner self, represented as best I can with my current writing abilities. I hope I'm not a disappointment.