I can see a galaxy in her eyes

Her iris surrounds her pupil like stellar remnants to a black holeAnd the intricate pattern represents billions and billions of stars surrounded by billions and billions of planetsHer eyes are my homeI can see struggle in her smileThe way her face lights upEyes like crescent moons framing her cheekbonesLips parting as her radiance emergesA sunrise from a balcony in the heart of New York CityWith the sunrise comes shadowsIn these shadows lurkAll the tear stained cheeks Flush red facesDoors slammedFriends ignored not out of spite but out of the inability to say "hi"Her silence is a loud burden baring heavy on her backBut I can hear her laughHer laugh is a storyTelling the tale of ice cream for dinnerWriting essays at 2 AM with nothing but the light of her florescent computer screen and the full moonDancing to 80s music in the kitchen on a Saturday nightHer laugh is my storyHer heartbeatA pace maker to the rhythm she taps with her  on the table in the diner that I told her I loved her for the first timeEyes gazing dreamily out the window Searching for the galaxies that I cannot fathomEach heartbeat signifies a battle won in her war We fight together Each breath is her call to armsA battlecry I tell her she is a Warrior