If there is a battle
I hope my head always defers to my heart
-T. Chapman
Some…things, so beautiful…one must look away.
Of these things,
the giddiness
and
jest…
set us apart.
Moments worth capturing…yet, set so
hush-ful,
you wonder about the state of your heart.
A corner curls just a trifle from the far reaches of her parted lips.
A nuance clutches your breathing.
Something that never was…
Something that did not always fit.
It is the kind of love that ruptures and raptures your heart…
Though it was not yours, you watch it, well lit.
Even if it is somebodies love you did not know.
It was someone’s else love to have and to hold.
