By hrdbyte@technologist.com
Date: 9 November 1997

Does she know?

There is a woman I long to hold,
one who once nurtured my troubled soul.
Apart we are, close we have become.
The memory of her still brilliantly clear,
and will never be undone.

Does she know how and why, 
the love we share will not fade?

An intimate understanding of who
I am once passed through her 
emerald eyes and found its way
past the walls, past the pain, and
into my heart.
In that instant, every secret I had 
ever held was revealed, every
thought unlocked, every hope
renewed.

So very much happened at once,
far too much to comprehend. 
The answers were there, are there,
yet the questions remain to be asked.

Dispelled by her was the gray within
me, replaced by the magnificent glow
that is she. Slowly, the edifice of my 
soul fills with the love she has led 
me to. The love that was born of her,
the love that is for her... and myself.

With the eyes of a young child I see
clearly now, all the wonders of the world,
all that was for so long out of reach.
The simple pleasures of life, uncovered 
once more... by her.

I strive for the questions to the answers
presented before me, but am afraid that
I will not find them... except in one place.

She has three dark specks that form a 
tiny triangle in the iris of her right eye,
it is there that my future awaits.