Piece of Heaven poem.

Walking with her,
was my dream since the fifth grade.
Grasping her hand,
is like wondering beside the soft white beach.
Gazing into her unfathomable blue eyes,
is like getting lost in the abyss lit by two bright stars.
Listening to her voice,
is like listening to waves crash upon the shore of my own little island.
Being with her,
is my little piece of heaven.

-Nick A.