True Love Poem by Christopher Woodstone

She sleeps by day,
He lives by night,
Shes here to stay,
When hes not alright,
She listens to the plan that he holds in his hand,
She kisses the man thats cold and she understands,
Picking up the shattered pieces that fell apart,
Molding them into battered rieces for a brand new start,
A simple and sweet life they dream of
They hold and they keep building their wild love,
Hoping for a heartbreak that doesn't end it all,
Fingerlicking a frosted cake just to mend it all,
Knowing that they're love is so bright and rich,
Giving more than enough, they're never gonna switch.