Could you see it? Those eyes. Bright yet solemn. Masking her sadness within? Could it be that she will come to know, What may be? A truth in the beauty, Of something so real? Within you, Will she see? See the light so pure, Of what she had never truly seen? To remain by her, Wanting to feel, Her pulse, breath, skin, and all that is her. She wanting to be, With one, Who'll never crush her? Never hit her with the sword, Or the sharp dagger? Menacingly cutting deep within... Slashing the depths, That had lain in ruins. She's climbed up, Up the crevasse, That glimmer of light she'd seen. Unwittingly she doesn't know, To let go or let it be?