Beauty of Her Own Mystery

She a beauty of her own mystery
you want to know her more
but won't leave her comfort zone
you have to accept her as she is.
when I ask her something
she pauses, may not answer
maybe I have violated lines
only to exacerbate feelings
a roaring thunderstorm in her
no intention to hurt
but it does
and that makes us blue,
so we ride the storm
with apologies
forgiveness and understanding
we are worth knowing
as friends do.
She has all the wonders of a sweet soul
that rides the clouds of calm
in the bluest of skies
just like her eyes
if I can only see because I am blind
Right now she retreats in the stillness
of her mind
regain her strength
her compassion
her will to journey on
and I am still in awe of her
all that she is, all that she will be
even when she thinks less of herself
I will always be
in awe of the beauty
of her mystery.