Khris

To be christened in your pattern of love

The shadows became inept to stand up in your magnitude 

The sun protruded yet shrunk in

The scent of you became a badge of honor

I was your scholar

Trapped in tapping into your force

Remarkable

You are astonishing

You are the perfect oxtail to my Caribbean dish

I dashed away all old things

Praying to be saved

An elf to your sleigh 

A fire breathing dragon

My volcano soothed in your palace

The warm saved for beach melodies

A humble queen

Intelligence admits a world lost without humility

I stumbled praying you’d notice me

You are beauty without the face beat

You are magic to my daydreams

You are the voice

When the wind blows

The shutters dance

Beckoning me

Yes, here I am

You are the memory of how to be loved!!!