Chase it and see if it does not move,
As if trying to grasp the shadow of the hawk
As it soars above and paints the grass below.
To touch the meaning of true love is to
Taste chocolate and know the cacao bean
Growing upon a steep and muddy hill high.
How does one know why I saw your eyes and
My heart spoke a new language in that moment.
How do we explain brushstrokes upon the canvas.