My heart is a storyteller, every moment..high and pale

She weaves in joy, tears and euphoria, and love’s might

A story for my  every moment .. a poem .. a tiny tale..

She knows not to weave her pen..with carefree light..

She gives it her all, every heartbeat  for every tale..

Her stories  often weave the same plot, wrong or right..

She loves you with a love  that stains the ink in every tale..

Love her back, this moment and more.. hold her tight..

The poetic heart needs you …as a ribcage to hold those tales..

Even though time and I may interrupt , Hold that heart tight..

Silence her poems with love.. That would be a tale beyond her tales.