Giving illusion

She’s seen through
Frail eyes
Seen as a warrior
A soldier
Filled with strength
Filled with honor
But inside
Is where
She falls
Her weakness
Giving illusion
Through exterior
As her soul
Hiding in the darkness

Mornings like this

Its mornings like this
That I crave you most
The linger of your love
The praise of your touch
The feel of your kiss
The sound of your hiss
The want for you near
A need I can’t resist

Its mornings like this
I despise distance
For it keeps you afar
From my existence
Leaving me to hope
Day dream
For the morning
I can wake beside
Your quintessence