Cycle of Life

Someone's daughter
Doesn't see
What I see in her.

The key to building confidence
Is to hammer together evidence:
Counter beauty's violent construct
With words which in its walls I struck.

Of mouths and minds, and how they dance,
Of movement's forms that me entrance
Of seas' great depths within her eyes
(and other poets' honest lies),

Or why I love her.
Once she knows,
Then she goes.
I'll find another.