A Special Note to Illyana

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Sawyer stared at the picture he had snapped of Illyana one day, just passing by, she must've been rather tired to not notice him there. She was beautiful, oh God, beautiful didn't even describe her at that particular moment.



FOR ILLYANA RASPUTIN.



Sawyer had scribbled a small poem on the back,



How simple my life is now you are here,
How I cherish each breath,
How I crave the light and laughter you have brought me.
I have fallen in love without taking a step,
Fallen into the sweetest of dreams,
How I hope no one wakes me.
The simplest gesture wraps itself around my heart,
Where I will hold it forever.

Each time we say goodbye a part of me weeps,
Though I know it is not forever
To my aching soul it is an eternity.
I see my happiness shine in your eyes,
Every time you hold my hand my heart skips a beat.
How sweet life is to be yours;
How meaningless life is without you.



-JAMES FORD