Who knows,
If you looked close enough,
You might just find me.
And yet,
For all her unapologetic wildness,
She is still
A delicately fragile flower;
Proud of her strength,
Yet astonishingly yielding;
Every bit
An intricately complex
Woman.
For what of love
When time moves
in never ending circles;
When love begins
and ends in the same breath;
When feelings come to light
long after they have died;
When forever misses a beat
and all is lost in that single breath?
What of love
What is love
But eternity lost in a moment
of uncertainty ...
Here I stand
An outsider
Watching
Watchful
A glimpse
You
A moment
More
To catch
Your light.
