Romantic Poetry

She is the light In a world inhabited by Benedict Arnold’s and despair, She stands out from everyone For she is the light While we fight each other Until we’re all lying dead in a pool of our blood She instead channels her inner Moses Trying to lead her people away towards freedom While the rest of us are living in our own personal hells Hating each other, rating each other by other’s looks She instead exudes this warmth that’s hospitable to all For she is the light And while she’s cloaked in bright white clothes And seemingly angelic in appearance To call her a godsend is very far fetched But I like many others envy her For she is the light