I cannot…comprehend her,
Because I do not know her.
I cannot…describe her,
Because she cannot be described.
One does not simply put her into words.
For words are insufficient.
They are meaningless, colorless, and passionless.
PASSION.
She alludes to it, she bathes in it.
She is not defined by it, but she defines it.
She cannot be seen…she is illusive.
Invisible, intangible, indescribable…invincible
She is brave-dauntless-
She amazes all, yet none can amaze her.
She is fierce-untamable:
She is determined-unbreakable.
She is she.
For I can hear her, yet
I cannot comprehend her.
For I can see her, but
I cannot touch her.
Because it is she who burns with brilliance, with life.
For it is she who lives on
And walks on the air with her head held high, and yet
It is I who kneels to the ground and dies.
I will never compare to her, but
How can I say such nonsense?
For it is I who is she, and it is she who is I.