I observed it from afar, Inspected its every flaw, Drew conclusions, Issued a final statement. As I turned to close the book, I paused to heed a feeling, Which took ahold, Disabled, I could not let go. So I made my study closer, Admired her every flaw, Erased my old conclusions, Developed a dream. Constantly moving closer, Taking note she noted me, She danced inside my mind, And whispered something. The perfect truth had me, I sat there as if shot, "The way strawberry strands cascade to her lips," I jot. Sitting there before me, With her paralyzing stare, I pulled her tight against me, And laced my fingers in her hair. I shook with electric fever, A dream realized and embraced, Inside this perfect moment, I found God inside her face. Shoving her back I turned, Ran with mournful fury, I looked back to catch a glimpse, The dream had become blurry. I've buried myself inside my mistakes, Made myself a home, Here I'll hide forevermore, Secure but alone.