˚* ੈ✩‧₊ 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒃𝒔𝒐𝒍𝒖𝒕𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒔𝒕 ⋆ 𝒇𝒊𝒏

fifteen

"an ode to her"

i've seen you many times in many places
school, home, train, or on the street
smiling in spring rain, in winter sleet
eyes of any hue in myriad faces
midnight black, all shades of brown in your hair
long, short, bronze, or honey fair
instantly have i loved, have never spoken

slowly a cart passed, a light changed
a door closed -all seemingly prearranged-
then you were gone forever, the spell was broken
ubiquitous only one, we've met before
a hundred times, and we'll meet again
as many more, in hills or forest glen
on crowded street or lonely, peaceful shore
somewhere, someday
but how will we ever know
love, how will we ever know?