Sta.sh
She gave me colorful Chance
with her poetic Patience,
I pushed her out, out
Away with my demeaning Disbelief.
She's this kind of Girl
I don't even have to see
to Love her. That helps me see
the Title before the poem.
When I journey through her eyes' embrace,
I'm delicately lifted, guided & caressed
by the spell of her aura.
She could save me in her sleep.
We all may dream of something
so distinctive in its perfection,
& when it opens its arms to you,
Take my word that most of you
are bound to disintegrate within your vagueness,
beneath the brightness
of her True Blue.
I have so much frenzied Faith in her
that I'm still hoping
this is all very much Happening.
& I have so much Questioning within myself
that I'm still going to try
to make this Reality.
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Her first poem. The first poem I've meant the strongest, opposed to some state of desperate fiction. 
I liked your choice of words, and the way you phrased them together, and also the line breaks. The line 'She could save me in her sleep.' is particularly well placed, as if to break out of a trance only to bring it back in.
Wonder how this would sound sung...
Though, the '&'s are still bugging me.
To be sung, it would more than likely have to be tweaked a bit.
Well I can deal with you disliking my &'s, as long as you don't give who I am a hard time.
Yes, probably. Maybe you could even squeeze in a chorus.
Indeed to the previous, and no, to the latter. Who you are is who you are, no point in talking to you if I'm going to give you a hard time over who you are. :]
Coffeeeeeeeeeeeee.
*cough*
I can kick it with most other fishes though.
Fish is yummeh.
It's official then.