She needs to be surrounded,

each moment recognition of

just how serendipity speaks.

A silent imagination can ask

its owner why deep inside

a memory, can love remain.

It’s a serenade would we

respond, when souls

challenge passion’s heart.

These are words unspoken

carry the weight of her own

undeniable elegance.

Would that our conscience

could indicate those truths

we wish upon love’s word.