Upon reading, I still quite didn't  understand .
Not until applying my own definition.
Even today she's meek, humble.
Once a dream, I woke to find her gone
I Still hear her voice so far away.
What was this idealistic principle.
Youthful soon to mature,
Finding it's way into a grave.
The scarcity of something so precious.
The adoration, was any moment opportune.
I knew very little, seeking her.
Comprehending what I knew from such a small glimpse .
Resistance truly was futile.
Stumped at the very root.
Grabbing the proverbial apple, taking a bite.
I no longer had any control of my life, displaced with closed eyes.
Searching for a glimmer of hope,
I urge, 5 more minutes
She wasn't a dream