As I lie awake I can't escape her eyes
I don't even know her, her truth could be lies

But her way intrigues me giving me a feeling inside
Haven't written a poem in awhile, haven't even tried

What is it about this one that makes me feel so strange
What if I really like her, she may not be within range

What if those eyes are used to play a very evil part
And the beast symbol used is really within her heart

Do I continue to take chances hoping to learn lessons divine
Or do I run for the hills now while there is still time

Strong power she has or I wouldn't be writing this today
And strength I need so maybe she can help along the way

Maybe she can't and she'll drag me down like a cat on its prey
Maybe she's just full of great love and warmth, who's to say?

She says what I see in her is only a reflection of me
But with her beauty and radiance, how can that be

I'll stop pretending now, for I know my beauty deep down inside
If she's like me somehow, I would be in for quite some wild ride

She says what we look for in others is really a search of inward kind
So what do I seek in myself? If the seeker keeps seeking he will find

So I won't run and hide, I'll let her go and do that if she must
Though I do have fear and doubt, in our meeting I will trust

Strange how we have almost the exact same sort of eyes
Maybe we even have the same fears and cry the same cries

She says she now feels no emotion and lives much more in the head
But if she's to find a beautiful beast, only the heart is worthy to wed

But enough of this for now I must get up, get out and start my day
Get up, get out and get moving in spiritual search for a practical way

What's the moral of this long sequence of early rhyme?
Don't know there is one, just a tale of a moment in time

The songbird keeps singing as the preacher is thinking aloud
And the dreamer keeps dreaming on his distant creative cloud

Of this beauty I could write for ages, it's a gift given from above
But for now I'll be courageous and follow my heart, which is love