Birth of a Nova

Words escape her Their meaning escapes me. They flow A waterfall of tumbling emotion. I can't help but drown in. They slip from between her lips She tastes syllables Some are to her liking while some Make her face turn In on itself. I do the only thing she taught me The only thing I know how. Take Take what she gives. Use her words for my armor. And her sadness as my sword. I will be her warrior Her champion. I will hold back her river. Until the storm passes. Until she can look up at the rain, And laugh.