The day was already so clear and so bright
as I spent time with friends so dear.
Then you came along, a gift unexpected.
A light lit up my heart, setting you apart.
Even before our greeting had ended
I knew you were extraordinary.
There was a magic in your presence
That touched me from across the world.
In eagerness I sought you
and felt my mind enlightened.
Your words touched my soul
And laughter flowed more freely.
Purple is the color that spilled forth
dazzling the eyes of my heart.
It flared into brilliance every time you came by.
A kindred spirit who danced with me.
Your light draws others toward you.
Words of poetry flow from your lips,
delighting our senses and inspiring,
binding us together with a ribbon of purple.
Purple is the color of the magic
That flows from you and surrounds us all.
Is it any wonder that I fell so hard
yet am swept up by your love.
Laughter, strength, and compassion
wrapped up with a gift so rare.
You are our Purple Poet, pure and true.
My treasure, you have my heart.
You are like a star from the heavens
Shining down on the earth below.
Even when other stars join you.
You light gives off the brightest glow.
This is the first of many poems for Octa. (I hope)
Even though he "lost" the duel, I feel he derserves a poem.
I hope you will check out his extrodinary poems and stories on his two epic blogs.