Can't they? Can't you see?
A thing that tumbles
Spinning
End over end;
Joyous in its motion and lack of self-consciousness
Is never for the jar and pin
Never to be tied or encaged.
Simply remember - for you now, her only place
Is that eternal, most forgiving picture book.
This way, each moment is preserved
While she will always change.
And in so doing, resign yourself
That movement,
That part of her
So captivating
Itself took her from you.
To my Alter Ego. | 
