“He wondered about her.
About the stories those worn shoes and bottle wrinkled clothes would whisper to a willing ear and willing heart.
He wondered at the thousand journeys,
the heartaches her footprints had left in the hearts and sands of time.
About what made that smile so dazzling and arresting.
She was his enigma;
for she wore that imperfection like a badge of honor,
smiling through the storm and dirt from the glances thrown her way.
She was basking in a light that many were blinded by
She was unapologetically possessed by the fragrance of life.
She made him wonder so…”