She Exists
 

She exists...
Like the blood in my veins
Like the warmth of the sun
Like the presence of time

Our lives will pass
And we shall meet
With the knowledge of one
And we shall never part
Until the day we die

She exists...
Like the wind in the trees
Like the words unspoken
Like forms in the darkness
Like the feelings in my heart

She does exist
She does
For if she did not
These words would not

 

Written: Jan 1996
Copyright Nicholas Treadwell 2001