What is it about her that causes me to stop in my tracks and perhaps take a second look?

Is it her walk or the way she holds her chest when someone mentions something she deems as precious?

Is it the way she clips her hair because time will not allow a blow dry

Or the way she smiles

When something funny has been said

I can’t determine if her face, her body, her touch, her smell

Just does me in

It just so happens that I love her

I love her dearly because

because… because without her

I am miserable, lonely, cold, unfeeling

She gives me so much life, so much

She gives me so much to look forward to, so much love

making

so much happiness

So…

What is about her that causes me to stop in my tracks and perhaps take a second look?

Well, I’ll tell you

but not in this lifetime…