Poetry

Such strong emotions,
Pulled from me.
Your work it makes me think,
It makes me hope.
Hope that I could know you better,
For what I read.
Your willingness to show it to me,
I see the firsts.
I don't have to read the copies.
All laid plain before me,
In many ways I read you now.
As your work drags tears from me,
I know I can talk with truth,
Whenever you are close.
Relaxed as I've become,
Still I know your more,
More than a person,
More than a girl.
You're my girl and I can see you as you are.
And I see beauty in your eyes,
And something in your soul,
I have yet to touch it,
But still I know its there.