to a runner

She is wild like the tangles of her hair

spiraling out in all directions

there is no place that she won’t go in conversation

and no land so foreign that she would not travel in person

yet all of the exuberance that she possesses may just be a way to run

She is uninhibited like a hawk in the sky

soaring free from the shackles of modern convention

unconfined by the trappings of the world

unique and unbridled, enthusiastic and expressive

and like a lone fawn in the forest, often prone to run

Her eyes sparkle with amber hues of champagne

light and effervescent, full of mystery and surprise

like bubbles in a glass, joy rises within her

drawing me in, yearning to know her fully

yearning to know and not run

She is stubbornly attached to her convictions

and often swims against the current of popular opinion

unable to fully accept ideas until they become ideals

and are firmly planted in her mind

even if they cause her to run

And these are all the ways that I have come to know her

and these are all the little things that I love about her

and while I yearn to know her more fully

I am only left with what I have been given

in the times when she does not run