to observe the observer
is to love and to serve her
as her bottom lip secedes from the top,
i still my thoughts til they stop
To belong to the observer
is to long observe her
It is to experience her analysis,
brushing her hair in wait for her synthesis
Covered in logic and reason
her critique or thought comes out
and though it can bring painful change in season
hearing it is the only righteous route
To listen to the observer
is to be challenged by her
to take her challenge is to listen with humble ears
to take her challenge is to gain wisdom for years
This is what it means to love and to hold her
to observe my beautiful, sweet observer
Dec 4, 2016
Dec 4, 2016 at 4:45 PM UTC
to observe the observer
is to love and to serve her
as her bottom lip secedes from the top,
i still my thoughts til they stop
To belong to the observer
is to long observe her
It is to experience her analysis,
brushing her hair in wait for her synthesis
Covered in logic and reason
her critique or thought comes out
and though it can bring painful change in season
hearing it is the only righteous route
To listen to the observer
is to be challenged by her
to take her challenge is to listen with humble ears
to take her challenge is to gain wisdom for years
This is what it means to love and to hold her
to observe my beautiful, sweet observer
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