whether it's the seconds I count
between thoughts of her
or the time it took
for her to find me
to carve her way through life
changing the landscapes she touched
until she finally flowed
she is measured
not only by time or distance
she is more
she is the answer
an equation of life's variables,
the summation of years weighed,
of what might be built
now known as my today
she is everything
by any measure
and the answer is mine
There was a line in there that reminded me of a piece I wrote some years ago:
"Whether it's..." "or the time it took..."
Could just sound alike, could be exactly the same - I can't exactly say, but reading this brought back some vague memories of the past - How I used to feel, especially.
I once loved a woman like this.
I feel every word.