Her eyes quizzed me ,
Through the creases on her face,
That boasted of wisdom,
That came with age.
Telling me to let love evolve
To grow beyond my years,
That sought you
I felt a gust of compassion,
For the one who never beheld,
Love in all its splendor,
The sort that I now wade in.
Love was never a child that grew,
It does not need evolution,
Its in itself complete
The peaks of which favor few.
The ones who speak knoweth not,
The heights and depths few have seen.
The ones who know can but feel,
And are at loss to say in words.
The heights and depths few have seen.
The ones who know can but feel,
And are at loss to say in words.













