Even the most beautiful flower
Needs to be daily showered with water
For it to grow lovelier
Or else it will wither.

Just like our dreams and aspirations,
We need daily inspirations
For us to keep going
Or else our hearts will stop hoping.

This may seem a bit forward and
I do not mean to shake the ground beneath you
Or reshape the silver lines in the clouds that paint your sky
But you fascinate me
To have lived so many years in such a short time
Has left a fire in your eyes that burns
To rival the sun in a sublime glow
This may seem a bit forward but I
Just thought that you should at least know
If you could see from where I stand
Each strand of your auburn locks
Falls then slows to a hang
And holds your own brand of empowered beauty
Sorry if this scares in any way
But I feel it my duty to say
That you fascinate me
Separate me from the ghost I used to see
Staring blankly from my bathroom mirror
Where I once stood just left of center
From where I now stand
In awe of the shadow you cast
So brightly on the path
I swear I used to walk the line
Drawn in the sand by the hand of the divine
Before I found out it was only a crack
In the pavement
Where I stand
Fascinated
Captivated by the words you share
Intoxicated and in disrepair
From where I stand
The horizon smears your name
In a blur of orange and purple
And those wavy auburn strands.