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.

for hersonnet

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