She's

She's the unfamiliar yet feels like home, Gives me comfort in the midst of chaos. Makes a man who prefers to be alone, Crave her company, a total criss cross. Like a flower she's pleasing to the eye, Yet my interest exceeds the physical, Seeking what conversation satisfies, A connection of intellectuals. But the pain from my past just won't refrain, Each day I become more of a skeptic, Perhaps she's a creation of my brain, Or she's my happiness resurrected. If this is pure, I pray it overcomes, False obstacles that made all others succumb.