Girl

She gave me colorful Chance
with her poetic Patience,
I pushed her out, out
Away with my demeaning Disbelief.

She's this kind of Girl
I don't even have to see
to Love her. That helps me see
the Title before the poem.

When I journey through her eyes' embrace,
I'm delicately lifted, guided & caressed
by the spell of her aura.

She could save me in her sleep.  

We all may dream of something
so distinctive in its perfection,
& when it opens its arms to you,
Take my word that most of you
are bound to disintegrate within your vagueness,
beneath the brightness
of her True Blue.  

I have so much frenzied Faith in her
that I'm still hoping
this is all very much Happening.

& I have so much Questioning within myself
that I'm still going to try
to make this Reality.