Violets poem

Beauty of stars on your face 
no comparison to your eyes
the visions you bring written 
both imaginative and wise
Under your skin is merely bones,
 tissue and heart
Diagnosis from the doctor, 
not a monster on your chart
Although the cerebral subways 
and pillow lined walls
Help speak of another side, 
one that screams when it calls
Echoes so powerful 
they crumble castles filling moats
 Like beautiful birds songs,
 vibrating up through your throat
The old man on the bench, 
truely blessed by your presence
gladly sharing bread and conversation, 
silence and elegance
And when you so desire, 
With the addition of "n" become "Violent"
Your words remain like the stars 
theyre in perfect alignment.