everything was new

and then we,
cursed
were trapped -
not in hatred,
or spite

but indifference.

please wonder.

True beauty is not in contest
Not in conquest, striving to win
True beauty is being content
And not needing to be seen

The day I put the words on paper
Vulnerability existed
and yet in that fragile moment,
a bliss beyond all words
Carried them far

This was me -
and i could see her there
without a mirror
This was me - and i could see
beyond the glass
Into her heart

And in that moment
only God
could see me clearer.