The wrinkles on your face
Great mountains when viewed closer,
Remind me of everything you went through
As you were molded by a powerful force.
Ridges, valleys, and all your little flaws
Doesn’t reflect who you are,
Who you were,
And who you will be.
Then humanity took a step further,
And discovered traces of water
Somewhat your hidden depository of tears,
Whenever you disappear.
As a mere observer from earth,
I am fascinated by your cycle
Of continuous fullness and newness
And back again.
Maybe your fullness and newness
Not just represents your form,
Maybe it also represents your substance,
Something I still cannot fathom.
Of feeling and emotion,
Of perspective and prowess.
Keep me enthralled,
Keep me appalled,
Keep me under your spell,
Keep me still and pull me near.
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