beautiful dilemma knocks at my mind- like standing on a trap door in the floor- unpreditable outcomes and un-filtered emotion. summer is loved by everyone but she belongs to someone else. knowing how funny that sounds but understanding what i mean- seasons change even when they weren't yours to begin with. love is a mystery- it blooms in the air and the catch is to sniff its scent and follow it on the breeze thru the leaves in the trees and as you hear them rustle know that i am there- with you- at your side- demanding only the dimension of you where love resides true- knowing peace in stillness and hoping for breath that comes easy- don't tease me and don't play games- fragile souls whisper in the moment connected only in their energies vibrating and transmitting thru atmosphere. realizing she's the one that is always there but its not the secret you had hoped to hear- in love with the one that loves better? perhaps, but more likely its the one that doesnt, and wont, simply because its anything but simple when easy is all we need.