her.

What brought together such friendship?

Some eternal driving force of the world, attracting together

Divine companionship?

No. 

I saw a sun, eclipsed by the clique of a school,

Rising behind me in PE.

Or could it be that she was setting?

Curiosity, caused by God or not, drove me on.

For how could one ignore such light seeping from this seeming fool?

This fool the world discarded I found to be gold, tested and pure.

I found life, living behind vibrant eyes,

With dreams aspiring towards the skies

And all the grace to have it.

She led me to Beauty, and all but terrified

Me with the things that I've been shied

From all these many years, namely

Beauty, not an ideal, but a Truth.

Embodied in man and their hands:

A terrible gift to misuse,

But what grace can pour through

When one uses this gift for the Truth.

No. 

She was not dead, but laughing,

Spitting through grit and pain,

With joy dwelling deep within, brimming.

What gift could I give to one so far surpassing?

A sun so bright, I stare into the blinding 

Being and see the Truth smiling back at me?

What sum could pay for all my cares

She's tended and handled to?

What gift could glorify her

Who's gone and shown me the Truth?

My debt is infinite, 

And yet

My mere presence is enough to satiate

Our relationship.

What must I do?

What should I do?

What can I do?

I guess all I can say is 

Thank you

Thank you

Thank you