Grasp Of Love

Some Woman are living art

Like one i met yesterday

She's smooth..kind and special

And shes not aware of it

She feels alone

She carries no hate or darknes inside of her

..

But she understands it somehow..

Its ...interesting

Its all in her eyes

I dont desire to own her

I could just admire and look

I said thank you for being real

I just hope she remains this..special

Maybe i dont deserve someone like this

.maybe i do..

Maybe not yet..maybe someday.

Thats my point

I've been too much in the battlefield..i can not touch a white rose without tainting it with blood..

So i ..carefully only admire from the right distance.