A girl, a woman, lover, friend, liking me more than she should. I want to love someone again, I know she wishes I would. I love the joy and pain of her, our hearts are an open book. My wounds are fresh from this mad world, when life was harshly shook. Portrait eyes are such a treat, looking up at this new man. Simply, silly, kind and sweet, She reminds me who I am. Her witness down inside of me, exposure to all my tools. Teaching each other honesty, we're reinventing the rules. She has a look she can't disguise, whenever I look her way. Optimistic hopelessness in her eyes, bittersweet each day.