She

She came out of the fog

and the wind was at her back...and in my face.

And it was she...

..and my tears started at the sight of her,

she looked through me, but I saw her.

My tears weren't only wet from the cold.

She mingled with others...

..but, had I not answered the door...

..this beautiful creature wouldn't know me from adam.

After a pass of time, she's not mine.

She belongs to herself, and I deserve her, not.

For she was a diamond...and much too much for me.

Something to cherish, but not to cling to...

..is, she made my night, by being my night and day.

And she was...

...her. Not because she could ever love me...

..but, because she cared,

for my welfare In a perfect world, she'd always share.

Oh the glory of having a lover.

One that cares, one like her...

..one like "she".