Gazing into your caring eyes,
Time sure flies, an evanescent prize.
An aura born of selfless care,
yet in your heart lie limits, there.

In silence, at misery you smile,
rising only, when worthwhile.
I see the strength and grace you display,
making troubles seem child's play.

Two trees, growing side by side,
Surviving through time's tide.
Though deep within, a traitor lies,
you remain true to yourself, no matter the disguise.

A saint of lighting, thriving in the dark,
A ray of knowledge, a guiding spark.

Like dandelions in the air,
You rise toward a future fair—
A world none yet can live without,
But all will dream of, there's no doubt.

Always judged, yet now I stand to judge,
not to scale your beauty, nor your grace,
but to appraise your heart, and such.
An angel's guise to ward off evil's face.

In benevolence, with its might, it uglifies,
to shield from harm, to halt the cries.

Avidly burned the longing for beauty's light,
for the devil dons allure to deceive the right.

Tarrying for the sight of arrival
sanguine still, despite deprival.

Ward off the darkness, be my guide,
Be my angel, in you my hopes lied.

Light my world, be my savior.
Be my alchemist; I am in dire.