By Pinkerton
Date: 3 April 2001

Sara

She walks with a grace found nowhere in nature,
It has only been present in this girl.
This once beautiful stranger now turned loved of my life.
The look in her eyes envies the very sunrise that enters my window
every morning and awakens me from my slumber with a warm, soft glow.
The sound of her voice puts nightengales to shame and gives them
the motivation to spend hours practicing and bettering their skills
in vain, to never reach the perfection of "her".
Her touch sends chills down my spine like a cold winter breeze and
warms my body like a warm cup of cocoa prepared by a loving mother
after an afternoon of toboganning with a caring father.
Her love scares me like a nightmare that causes you to awake in a
cold sweat and makes you yell for your mother to check under the
bed and in the closet, then pushes you to convince her to let you
sleep with daddy and her.
But it makes me laugh and smile and forget all of life's troubles.
It is so confusing but gives me a sense of ability to have this
strange thing, this strange essence that is the love we share.
The love that can only come from a stranger to this lost boy.
I have found my purpose in this life...
to give her everything I can...
and then to press on and give more...
give everything...
give me.