My Precious Love. Poem by nathan hitchcock

Her teeth are pearl white,
Her smile is gold.
Her heart is the definition of perfect
Her hair is the silk used to make the finest blankets
Her hand is the most delicate glass, and
When I hug her I am hugging beauty itself.

She is the fire in the lounge,
On a cold winters day.
Comforting, Warming
And trusting.


Yet, within all this beauty,
Is a girl who cries through a flower.
Disguising her sadness,
Locking it away, forever.


As I face this magnificent creature,
She is full of love,
full of fear.
her eyes are the deep blue sea
but in that sea is so much
upset, pain but yet happiness.
She is a lily surrounded by roses,
But this lily is beautiful, wonderful and magnificent.

This precious girl,
Is my girl.
And I will love her,
Look after her,
Cherish her.
I will make her happy,
Loved and wanted.
She will no longer be a beached whale waiting to be saved.
She will be the ray gracefully swimming in the sea.
She is the ray gracefully swimming in the sea.
Dear Lucy.