Her Lesson Poem by Phillip Ball

Her face is the source of all inspiration.
Her laugh is the sweetest song.
Her smile calms the storm,
Perfect peace lies in her touch.

Her face is bold,
Yet, her heart is shattered.
She gives me the pieces
And they take shape in my hand.

Fulfillment is met in each other’s arms.
And as we gaze at the night sky
The angels stare back in envy
Their wonder put to shame by this love.

I long for this desire to be quenched
Yet, True love cannot be caught
It cannot be chased
I must learn to let it come to me