She moved my world with her sword,
She used to carve word by word.
She became the only name I heard,
She was the ocean, the stars I adored.

The nights were filled with laughter,
A mirage of hope that we created.
The mornings were filled with a whisper,
To hear those words I eagerly waited.

She became the eternal flower,
Under her duvet, with words I slither.
She became the woman I desire,
Forever my queen of December.