**** this gonna take some work.
Appearance or not,
she's still talking to you.
The difference is not what we do
but who we are inside.
Besides together or be sides to get her.  
Either way
I'm with her
Trapped from the answers
we left in blur
It was as if it were clear
and then you drifted around
the mirror
to forget
the inner stir.

Love gallops in
On wing'ed waves
A breath heaved up
From the briny grays

It climbs the shore
Above its own
As lovers do
While love is known

What passion gains
Can not be held
Though walls long built
Are quickly felled

Love tumbles in
Then slips embrace
So brief revealed
Its truth
Its grace

In a hushed sustain
The interval's spent
For the eternal too
Will soon have went

When beckoned back
By the mighty hand
That leaves white whispers
On the glassy sand

And a lover alone
With outstretched hands
Who still feels love
From where he stands

And seeming parted
Is not alone
But gathering strength
Amongst his own

To wait the return
To charge again
To know love's means
But never its end