'Submit To Her Will' Poem by wallace eaton

Without understanding I've find myself capture by images of her beauty reflected like mirrors cast through-out a hollow lake, that surrendering intoxicating smell that enforces her presents without a verbal spoken word, for she is beauty and beauty be she. Running down traces of my teardrops misunderstanding the value of her appreciation, goal seeker mentally elevated through ideas of companionship, promising to always be but, promise broker brings hidden pain. Embed yourself in comfortably secure arms poured across my chest like liquid escaping the flow of a natural essences, she be the blossom of that tomorrow that grew from yesterday, stranded in thought as if suspended without direction blindly, if you walk I follow. Tender touches generate unexpected emotional balance that level of understanding with you, I remain safe.