I saw her on a page
A vision of beauty,
I was struck by her instantly,
By her written thoughts and also by her loveliness.
The way she presented herself,
I was spellbound by a mere photo,
And some text on my screen,
Was this love at first sight?
Or mere infatuation?
Or a fleeting hope?
I began to question myself.
What I saw was a rare beauty,
A precious thing,
Like a work of art,
Treasured on a gallery wall.
A painting seen from a distance.
But I knew what I felt wasn't love,
I knew.
Not from the first sight of her.
Desire yes, feelings of passion yes
A want, most certainly
But the real depths of love, no.
That may come later after closer study,
After examining the canvas,
Looking at every nuance, each brush stroke,
At form, colors, composition, perspectives.
But even then I do not want to know everything.
For if I knew it all,
Does that not equate bordem?
I want to be surprised at things later.
I do however want to see beneath her beautiful facade.
To bask in the warmth of her soul.
To me, this is where true beauty resides.
Only after this patient study,
Can I find true depth of feeling,
And claim to be in love.
Maybe it will happen,
Maybe it won't
We will both know
Later....
-Hurley (copyright 2007)
