I still remember it,
Trying to compare her to something, anything
For a point of reference.
But there was nothing to grasp,
For she was something entirely new
To my concept of beauty.
She redefined my desires
Not just in how my eyes liked to look at her
But in how everything around her
Became more exciting, more alive.
It was another world for sure,
One beyond the clay of my normality.
She was so beautiful to me,
But to try and tell her was futile
She could never understand it.
No one could.
For who could grasp a longing
That was beyond boundless.
Yet, sometimes when her eyes met mine
I felt that she might know.
I was sure of it once, I think.
Then again, maybe not.
Can she catch the rain in her hands,
Can she pull down the stars at night?
No, she cannot know how I see her
It is too much, even for me to feel it.
A dreamer’s dream,
A message that can never be delivered
A cloud too high in the sky
A red rose lying under a tree.
O that she could sense it now,
Not just my craving for her
Which never ends
But that she is beautiful.
Maybe she knows
Maybe she knows.
