Monday, October 26, 2009
You
Your dark brown hair, its colour due to chlorine.
Your half-framed spectacles, tinted with colour,
Covering your eyes, yes those eyes.
Those eyes in which reside strong will, understanding and perhaps a sort of
strikingness that i would always remember.
Your hands, yes, those hands, which have experienced much, from holding a pen
to grasping a rope.
That fiesty yet controlled attitude within you, that sees you through many trials,
some of which i have witnessed, and some which i have not.
The attitude that enchants me.
You are You.
