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To you I've not yet met
What to say to you, my love, my handsome Mr. You?
I could tell you of the pain my heart and soul have journeyed through;
I could whisper like a woman in a  helpless kind of way
In the hope that you would never leave and always want to stay.

But here's the truth:  I'm strong.  I'm independent.  I am brave.
So I'm not suggesting there's a way I need you to behave.
I want you to be you , to inhabit who you are;
For your soul to drive your body like a racer drives his car:

With certainty, with confidence to look me in the eye.
You look right in and grin and ask me, "Would you like to fly?"
Your hand is strong yet gentle.  You are safe and yet unplanned.
When you come for me like this... THEN I'll take your hand.

Poetic portrait for a lady who knows what she wants
31st January 2015 ©Simon Welsh Poetry

This was a poetic portrait written for a visitor to my Fig2  solo exhibition at the ICA in January 2015.

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