not always wanting to be found.
But for me,
you pierced through each branch and every leaf!
You yearned for me to see you,
not knowing I was already enamored...
...aware of you.
Your hands are like the sun when it softly kisses the earth;
they gently trace the silhouette of my face.
Bliss brightly glistens and my soul intently listens when you inquisitively gaze into me...
...your eyes hesitate and wonder if they can really trust that I won't run away when they take the hands of my soul into their dismal depth...
...but your soul relents and slowly lets me in.
We approach a gate with an intricate lock,
that is protected and blocked by thorns and vines,
and has become unexpectedly narrow overtime...
You abruptly stop; I fear you've changed your mind!
...but you begin to surprise me,
when you intertwine your heart with mine.
I can hear your soul deeply breathe,
and that alarms you...
My soul gently interlaces the hands of your soul, which disarms you...
Your soul once hid behind interlaced trees...
I sunbathe in this uncharted mystery,
as if I had been here a thousand times before.