Where is she,.
I look for her flying behind airplanes,.
I look for her to be lying in the reeds,.
By the ancient lake where we met,.
She caresses my soul like I am a wounded pet,.
I find solace in her flaws,.
Her imperfections make her shine,.
She is afraid I will destroy her,.
Like so many have done,.
The lies she has been told makes her hide,.
Behind the tress, away from the moonlight,.
Where her voice trembles softly,.
As she whispers, "I am over here",..