Grace. A poem.

She walks with grace through halls of patterned thoughts
Across lawns of windswept patina and dogmatic mores
Her frail obscurity and gentle gestures far and near
In sundry creative feats and so expressive fears
I will watch from afar, dreams sundered one to two
On the side lines of a heart so long misunderstood
And my love towers over all, above all other needs
I lie awake in dreams of inconsequential fantasy   

 

Ever been in love with someone who doesn’t know it? Maybe you have, maybe you haven’t. Maybe this poem means nothing to you.

But if you have, this poem may mean everything and more.

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