[1.Falling In Love] Her Thoughts Among The Fields Poem by Benjamin Feliciano

I love the way she looks when her eyes are distant,
Her thoughts escaping through the window,
Scattered across the field, blossoming with depth.
Worth more than beauty (although she has both)
Is the wisdom that drips from her lips.
She's running this race beside me, our pace, with haste,
Leads us closer to God.
She is unreal, an abstract painting, this moment surreal.
It awes me that she reciprocates the feelings I have for her.
I'm starting to expect the unexpected,
For who would have thought that she could see something in me?
So flawed, I'm like a mirror shattered by fault.
Her's and the hands of God aptly replacing my puzzled persona.
I'm grateful to have met her, as much as I am for breath.
Between life without or demise to be with,
I'd unhesitatingly choose death.
For better than where we are is where we'll both be,
After earthly life's end.
I'm blessed to call, both her and God, a friend.