The Nymph – A Poem

Being lost in another person is the best place to be.

Roses are red, violets are blue,

This sort of poem, it will never do.

So I look to the stars to find better prose,

To find a way not to cheapen my rose.

But how shall I liken you? Perhaps to the sun?

I am your moon, without you I am undone.

For I am in darkness and full of despair,

When I do not reflect the light you put there.

I burn with brilliance only you can provide,

Giving me hope as my spirit guide.

And so I admit my heart was at its sorest,

But not now that I’ve found you, the nymph of my forest.