Helen

she said to me confessing openly
she's read my work and she knows
of the truth and hurt which I write
but spurned my words for real life
is worse for thought than the love
she dreams of laying in bed at night

when she closes her eyes her mind finds
a love less like the way I describe
and even if a notion held too high
she'd rather try and risk falling than resign

I stepped back for lack of reaction
and exclaimed I admire your desire
but I can't pen any thoughts that nice
fairytale fiction to my logic won't suffice

unbarred your heart is a clean canvas
that's a power I hope you can harness
'cause it's few and far between; so uninhibited
limitless love is the crux of the fearless