Impressive to the eye.
Different from all the flowers of this planet.  
Somehow beautiful and dangerous at the same time.
Your flowers so large to pull me in.
The fragrance of your being I can feel across the largest of rooms.
An addictive power that comes out your every cell.
I know if I get to close, I may never leave.
Why are you so addictive? why can I not look away?
My mind tells me to be careful of you and, my heart tells me not to resist.

Has no man told you of your beauty?
Have you not known of your heart and soul so different?

To feel nothing so as not to feel anything—what a waste.

Even in the light,
it's my shadows that speak the truth.

I see the look in your eyes, and see only shadows.

A space once so full of warmth and light, now so cold.
look and you will see just a drop of light,
Light that can start everything...

Room to live?

A problem with reflection is
it always tells the truth.

Do I throw away the mirror
or, just look away?

Is what looking back at me from or within?

That's the thing about unhappiness.
All it takes is something worse to come along
and you realize it was happiness after all.

QE II