Windows
All the times
She looks into my eyes
Which are the windows
Into my soul
What they see not
Is the masquerade
That is life
The illusion perpetuated by us all
But for her...
She looks into my soul
And shrieks with ecstasy
She bursts with estrogen driven joy
Every fiber of her being cries out
Knowing that I love
And that it's true
That I'll never run
That I'll never hide
But together
We will
9.27.2005 KMW
