I look at you,
and wonder
who you are.
What drives you,
motivates you,
and makes you
who you are?
I see your eyes,
filled with stories,
yet untold.
I read about,
you feelings,
stored in places,
where they cannot,
be found.
I see you,
the good,
the bad,
and the beautiful –
I see your soul,
unafraid,
and bold,
and yet,
so unexplainably,
fragile.