she grew on me
the way ivy climbs brick
on the side of the house
i love
by the bay

her eyes held mystery
like the way
you hear the ocean waves
in a seashell
held up to your ear
you don't really want to know
the scientific explanation
you just know
you like to listen

her hair long and wild
her skin fragile
not nearly as tough
as she wishes
and she has no idea
how beautiful she is
how tragically striking
how wonderfully endearing

she hated me once
i think
in the beginning
she thought me
another mindless authority
perhaps
a lover of boys
but it was always her
that tugged at my heart most
i never told her

she has been a broken vessel
i fear
she believes in less
and less but
hope
that someday she sees
herself
the way i do
utterly amazing
a woman so full of stories
and life
dreams of becoming
meant to be realized
the promise
of growth
like new earth
like water
like sprouting seeds
like ivy
always climbing
ever reaching for the sun
determined
to make everything
it touches more beautiful
choking anything
standing in its way

i wasn't sure
what to make of her
in the first hour of our meeting
but she grew on me
and i'm so glad she did
because i
am all the better for it

07/07/2009

Author's Note: it is an honor to have you in my life, my dear... thank you for trusting me enough to let me in...

Posted on 07/08/2009
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