She is lovely,

The child still there in the inquisitive, loving nature,

Which never wanes,

Despite the difficulties.

xxx

Trust and love preclude her footsteps,

Regardless of the brokenness of path,

Or steepness of terrain.

She always fetches the water.

xxx

With a smile which breaks hearts open.

The image is now fixed,

Emblazoned, embedded, irreversible.

Cannot be undone;

As a love encounter for which there is no eraser,

Only a fountain which continues to spill its wealth.

XXX

For we cannot contain love,

Only transmit it.

Waiting, without patience, rather with love,

The baby knows so much more than us all.

Where the heart leads the head,

And expressions of disguise are unknown.

xxx

And a gaze contains all.

Unwilling to listen,

And unwilling to hear.

XXXX

Unwilling to learn,

Or listen to facts.

XXXX

Unwilling to research,

And therefore, to analyze.

XXXX

Unwilling to move,

A mind or a heart.

XXXX

Unwillingness.

A sadness which precludes anger.

XXXX

Let us undo unwillingness,

And see the curtain open; revealing the light of a day.