Her Poem by Mark Fahmy

I look at her as she dreams her mind away,
like she always does.
And I cannot find the words I want to say,
every one of my thoughts seems to have run away.

She smiles quietly and holds my hand,
and stars in far away galaxies would jubilantly dance.
My heart pumps more blood to my mind that does not understand,
how can a simple girl own my world with a single glance?

With her right beside me,
everything else seems to fade,
and all colours and shapes become slowly indistinguishable to me.

Maybe she's the most beautiful magic that's ever been made;
the only kind I know can set me free..