Thursday, February 24, 2005

I did not appreciate her
until I left.
I did not know her
until I understood her
and I did not understand her
until she showed me the depths of myself.
I did not love her
until I recognized it
in the gentle touch of an elder couple
strolling down the street.
I define myself through her
and with her, I experience the world.
I did not finally touch her soul
until she touched mine.

3 comments:

iamnasra said...

I love the way it ends

I did not finally touch her soul
until she touched mine.

iamnasra said...

very touching poem...

iamnasra said...

This is amazing poem it had to be read again

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