mine, for her :: prev :: next :: it's like a fire consuming everything in it's path fearless in its advancement like a child innocent in need of nurture looking, longing for an answer like an elderly woman who needs help crossing the street and buying her groceries and then getting back home and I change my plans for the whole day just for her it's like an ant that can carry twice its body weight and gets the leaf knocked out of its mouth but picks it up and carries it again and again or like a day trader risking it all because the payoff is too big to ignore it's a song sung in a foreign language that doesn't make much sense but comes from the heart and is beautiful and captivating and a pasture without fences rolling endlessly in every direction without limits or a treasure chest burried in the sand and worth all the effort expense and mess to uncover it's like a far off land dreamed about and imagined to be breath-taking yet when visited proves to be more majestic more moving than anything ever seen and far greater than hoped or a soft, constant, spring rain that gently soaks everything and brings life again to the dead landscape it's like a riddle the answer to which is so simple yet still deep and mysterious it's a painting never seen before yet somehow, very familiar and inviting it's like the seasons a constant running rhythm yet always changing or like a room at night though it's dark and nothing can be seen everything's right where it was left it's a warm meal on a cold night that brings comfort strength and a smile it's a waterfall an unstoppable force who would dare stand in it's way it's the smell of fresh baked bread that overpowers everthing else draws in, and fills the mind with warm thoughts and memories it defies logic and escapes explanation it's irresitable and undeniable it's all these things and so much more so is my love for her © 2001 (2 february) john r. chase
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