I miss you but I have never held you.
A dichotomy to be sure. I love your trust in yourself.
I love your imp. The mischievous child, In the soul of a great woman.
She disarms you with her eyes, her lips,
But slays you with her wisdom, her strength.
I have done things that would scare the crap out of people I know.
I draw happiness reading the smiles you have wrought.
I wonder, I dream of things. I wish the very best for you.
I don't know everything of course.
If you cannot find the answer anywhere else,
please rememberme.