She will come and she will go. Inside outside, who’s to know. The thought. Of her being there, is.without words, that you know. Or ever knew, Your mind, tells you something your intuition tells you something different, yet again Who is She, when she ,is longing to be held to feel safe,a hug, a kiss, she is me. I’ve put myself together, forgiving the past.
Now longing for that secret encounter, souls that touch , arms that hug, a smile, intimacy, perhaps,’slowly Arising, with in, She is me.