If to whom I fell were just a "girl"
I would not know this light; a warm anthracite hue that illuminates untread pathways of emotion
By way of her soul, the catalyst of divinity lies in her beauty; reflections only subconsciously evinced
I find myself waiting to remind her that she is the archetype of a beauty so long in want by so many
Lest I forget the simple thrills, projections of elation, running my fingers through her hair
So I caressed the hands which held me underwater, her essence precluded retreat
The soul-less have no ground in a callous world, the lesson I found...
Because her timid, silent love was daunting enough to rise like magma from the center of being
To save us all. And I shall never hold regret
The look in her eyes; a reflection of my own anxiety and fear, floating on couches, a bruised world
A recluse, a stranger. And then gone
I fell in love with someone more than just a "girl"
I fell in love with a sister, a mother, a nurse...an angelic presence
A friend I'd never had, and an ear I'd never been lent...a joy for which I still ache, a sensation I will forever seek
And an opportunity to be the same
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