She walked down the mountain as the sun rose…
Her heart was open and sometimes closed…
I loved her as much as I could reach…
In her deepest heart she still had much to teach…
There was no way to trust her without playing far too many games…
In her true heart I could still see her remembrance…
In her true mind she was still quite blind…
I spoke to her of flowers because she was not ready for the fruit…
She spoke to me of roses even though she knew I was no longer into the thorn…
I kissed her cheeks even as she kissed my lips…
And I blew her one kiss, one perfect kiss from my sweet heart of bliss…
Namaste