12.19.2014
Her lips they part like oceans do
Her hair sways with the wind
You sit and deliberate in your thoughts
Will I see her again?

Her laugh echoes like thunder storms
Her smile strikes like lightning
You sit and ponder in your brain
Do I love her or is she frightening?

Her heart it beats like music thumps
Her words they flow like poems
You sit and contemplate all alone
Can your rhythm mimic her tones?

Her talk reminds you of telephones
Always ringing in your ear
You sit and scrutinize to yourself
Why isn’t this all clear?
                    T.W.