Heart Poem by Nick Hilton

She is the one,
Who drives,
The evening moon,
And the sunday sun.

She is the one,
Who holds,
My stare and,
My heartfelt love.

She is the one,
Who captures,
My glance on life,
Without caputing it at all.

She is the one,
I can sob to at night,
And know that,
Nothing bad will come of it.

She is the one,
Who plunges my,
Mind in to the,
Insanity of love.

She is the one,
Who calls,
My name,
Without moving her lips.

She is the one,
Who powers my,
Dreams for,
Good and for bad.

She is the one,
Who shows affection,
Without knowing,
The warmth of her gaze.

She is the one,
Draped in sucess,
And the victory,
Of love.

She is the one,
Whoose sweet,
Look encapsulates,
My inner feelings.

She is the one,
Who whispers,
To me,
And calls me to her.

She is the one,
Who can take praise,
And hate,
And absorb them.

She is the one,
Who is cared for,
By amny,
And hated by others.

She is theone,
Who can take my heart,
And make it hers,
Then make it mine.