l a n g u a g e
I never saw her until I really did,
and you can believe I saw her.
I saw as the wind brushed through her hair with it's light fingers,
The sun that kissed her soft skin in the early afternoon,
The rain that soaked through her clothes to her bones, remembering each contour.
The eyes that stole my heart bit by bit.
It was then I realised I was falling in love with language,
and she was my dictionary.