Gemma Troy

She loved him without reason
and without cause
she loved him under water
and in the freezing cold of the deep winter months
she loved him in the dark
and beneath the starry sky
she loved his hands
and his innocent blue eyes
she loved his heart and how big it always seemed to be
she loved him even when things were a little stormy
she loved him before they knew each other’s name
and she will love him until
she takes her last breath
and her heart goes up in flames

Hope can be found in the moment
when the sun breaks open the day
it can be felt when the stars shine
in the darkest part of the night
and when a flower has grown without rain
hope is the thread
that ties the words together
when I write poetry
hope is the reason
you’ve survived
it lives between each heart beat
and it’s in the air you breathe

It’s the little things
isn’t it
that mean more than anything
and the simple pleasures
that make a heart beat
it’s the smell of a flower
and a deserted beach
that fills lungs
and makes pain obsolete
it’s the sky and an ocean
and the touch of someone’s skin
that turns the world upside down
and makes it worth living

It’s the simple things
that bring me joy
it’s being with you
that fills my soul
it’s everything
that money can’t buy
like love
and freedom
and kindness
and a smile
that sets my heart
on fire