There’s a heroism in her cries — Each teardrop a tale of marching arms and abandoned dreams.

There’s a science in her soul — a mathematical insight into the mechanics of the Universe.

There’s a restlessness in her thoughts — voices of Faces unseen yet purge her conscience.

There’s a perfectionism in her motions — the dance between Two unfamiliar worlds.

There’s an emptiness in her speech — words still searching for meaning.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Our hands meet at the end of a horizon.

There’s an eternity that’s awaken — in the stillness of love.