Way back when she was young,
She never thought she would come this so far.
Pose after post, she always sticks out her tongue.
Then her smile twinkled like a humble star.
A mind full of ideas and exploration,
Fueled with infinite determination, excellence, and honor as they speak.
Her savant hands that make her unique,
And that's the birthday girl, Veronique.
Although I've loved before
Bliss was measured day by day.
Cheerful moments dulled in empty rooms,
Devoid of a kindred spirit.
Each day started the same,
Famished dreams were
Graced by fervent
Hopes of ever finding "You".
Inside I cried,
Just me, alone.
Kindled embers
Languished in shadows -
Mesmerizing lonely glows,
Never meant to burn again,
Only to wait, only to wait.
Perhaps love will never come again,
Quelled by fear of pain,
Reminded of fickle
Suffocating sophisticates -
Tempting liars lost...like me.
Until one day "You" walked in,
Veronique, more beautiful than your name,
With a heart that sings, and with
X's and O's that I can hold.
Your breath is that soft
Zephyr that once again ignites a flame.
I've never known a Veronique, nor do I wish to -
some things are best left to dreams...
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