her eyes were as clear as a mountain stream and held the same strength and serenity

but like the mountains she has steel within her, forged by fires but never broken

no matter how it may feel at, times

my story is not quite as…

my eyes are like a mountain stream after a storm muddied by the torrential downpours

left in pieces after the thunder and lightning caused the mountain to crumble

but with her

the monumental cracks seem less of a hindrance and more like badges of honor

it isn’t about her being mine as much as me being part of the range she occupies

some greatness comes from being part of something larger

others come from proximity

i just want to be closer