Knowing Her July 18 2009

A face with no name, her eyes icy cold! She masks herself to hide the truth, of the fear her heart molds. By definition and in theory, by deaths design. To be tamed she may, but will never be confined. You search so far, yet, you will never understand. The true depth she carries, in the palm of her hand. Paralyzed by her aura that surrounds her, seeing only what she allows you to see. Hiding so much to never be found, the rest, under lock and key. The waters run deeper, than one would think. Drunk by her charisma, without even taking a drink. Her spirit captures, it devours, suddenly, you've lost all control. Engaged to the idea of it all, now your lost inside her beautiful soul!