Birds of a Feather

I met you in a den wolves
I still remember the look on your face
2:54 am lit through the darkness
Expecting you to ignore not see me
Then you came over and said
Let's be friends and defended me from the storm outside
Your touch made magic seem like a joke
And how you drew my name from your lips
Forever the Name on my lips you said
I was never much a believer of fate
But darling in your eyes, I see our love
I once believe Love was Chaos
But know I see its Golden like Daylight
Blue is color I never wore around you

This poem is about: 
My family
My community
My country
Our world


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