Truly a sight beloved by me for all eternity. A path taken, laid with thorns that blossom into roses at the whisper of your footsteps. The path to the fountain of vain at the edge of the cliffs of the world.
The Maiden would walk on her crafted rose walkway to the fountain to sit at its edge and look into the clear hushed waters that never once moved or overflowed from the place it dwelled.
Hush! I say to myself as I watched the Maiden look into the fountain and its waters to see herself. Carefully she stares looking closely at what is reflected back to her. I wonder what chaos does she see, what beauty does the reflection she see offer to her. I sit from afar and marvel at the sight of her looking in, into the fountain. How precious does she feel, no condescension from me for her vain.
From afar I wonder so much about her. A gift from the universe is to exist in this place with her, The Maiden so beautiful in looking at herself, even in the chaos felt from afar I can only see the beauty that dwell.
If only I knew how to speak well such things that I felt I would say to the Maiden at the fountain.
"Forever beautiful you have been as i watched you looking at yourself. A great love and care is what has always been felt for all you are, even if unknown to you and you call it into question. Words have been written to you but never spoken because I felt I was not worthy of any part of you. My soul felt loved even in darkness when I thought of how i exist here on this plain with you. No words exist to justify why I felt and fell, and as I thought of you beautiful Maiden I became afraid of what i felt for my own chaotic love I saw as just a storm which would unsettle your waters and ruin your reflection."
The Maiden, how was I to say such things when deep my soul was scared to love one so beautiful.
