Beauteous Strength

Majestic rugged, crude beauty without any questions, Angling at the inside, asking for my equations, Jesting with me almost, whispering that I emerge, Endeared to quiteness, where introversion and shyness converge, Sat solidly going nowhere, waiting for my feelings, Teetering on being a person to me with sayings, Into me, loving my epigraph, my statement and my picture, Calling me even more so, to fidget with my conjecture.