For all the bravado of mechanized outpouring
the delicate balance belongs
in her hands.
She when a hot summer sun
tease naked skin with droplets of love,
shines, glistens, while desire designs
quiet reaction from the voices nearby,
she is that magic,
the beauty of an elegant eye on time.
When wonder while wandering
soulful response to real,
might allow a genuine reaction.
For it is our lives
intermixed inside a societal
asks for pardon,
seeks a new horizon beyond that of old,
Would our heart always
we might know then the true essence of love.