I see a young woman;
passionate, beautiful,
your countenance brightens the day of those around you,
your spirit illuminates their lives.

I see a dreamer;
fantastic, incredible dreams
pass through you,
envelope you, drive you to heights
and thoughts previously unattainable.

I see a mourner;
regretting, rueing
past relationships that never were, tarrying so long
in the past that the present becomes vague, indescript.

I see a creator;
purposefully, skillfully
crafting mundane reality into
brilliant kaleidescope fantasy with but a
minimum of effort.

I see a slut;
prideless, shameless,
you perform every command
like your own happiness is interlocked with His,
serving Him as only you can.

I see a wife;
loving, caring
for your mate as he cares for you,
a union that pierces the darkness of misery as a
lighthouse shatters the fragile night.

This is what I see.

This is what I see, within you.

10/22/2006

Posted on 10/22/2006
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