(#3) She

She,

Beneath a black-brown cascading waterfall,
Two stars burning preciously-
Taking in the light of the world and
Holding it sacred within her mind,
Every moment she doesn't blink.

Selfish, she is though, or shy?
Knowing how beautiful they are,
She hides them,
Keeps them for herself to admire,
No man has ever gazed into them.
No man, not me either.
But suitors guess:
Do they infatuate?
Do they charm?
Could they be so empowering,
They seal lips together?
Could they have the basilisk's gaze?
Who knows?

Only she who holds them safe,
The mystery that rests above her nose.

(I believe someday, I will find out.)


I wrote this a long long time ago,
for someone who meant a lot to me.
I guess i didn't find out anyway, in the end!