She spoke... at first her mind taming her words. Initially hard to comprehend and anticipate. But too rare to ignore or dissipate.
Tired, confused, hurt, and charged she finally allowed me to elude her guard. She loosened her control and escorted me to meet her soul.
I knew I was one of a few, a chance long overdue. She shared, somewhat scared, things she thought shouldn’t be heard.
I loved before I could see, judge, or conclude. Not knowing this was only a prelude. My love never clouded and exponentially compounded.
To make her smile brings relievement, a laugh is a proud achievement. To lay next to her, dizzied by her smell and unrivaled caress. Nothing is quite like it, I must confess.
Share with me your cheers, your tears, your years. However silent, crippled, and gray I will never forget the moment when your eyes first flicked my way... and then quickly away.