And then she asked, “who do you think i am”
One question, the question, and it renders me speechless
That is who you are, and then some
The raised hand to questions i have yet to ask
The answer no one knows until they see it
What magic do you possess
To be in all the places and none of them at the same time
You are more than you know and what you know is infinite
Like love waiting to find its partner, you are unmatched
The hot flame that is unknowingly cool to touch
The comma that reminds you to pause through the run on sentences dressed up as thoughts
You are the sky’s violin, depicting its beauty on the way it strikes your strings
You are nothing that i’ve mentioned, and all of what i’ve yet to say
That is who i think you are, and then some