She is wonderful. Period.

Uncontrollable, vivacious, like a soothing river taking turns in the never ending valley. I tried following her flow and it put me in a trance. She is much too deep for me. The smooth ebb on her surface is but a cover of her unfathomable reach. Few can hope to see it revealed, even fewer will actually find that hope ensue. I tried. Was there any other option? Like a romantic lost for words, actions and even thoughts, I just tried. In the manner of speaking, I tried without even trying. She was indecipherable. Almost like a badly written story, one, whose author might have found his own creation too cosmic to give it away that freely.

So what am I? Am I the puppet? More than a puppet. A willing slave to every untamed gesture from her. I am free. Free to do everything for her. In her footsteps I have long bequeathed my life. She changes her color every minute and every second in between those minutes. Like a Chameleon, she is too hard to grasp and even harder to hold on too and every time, you are taken deeper down. I know what is going to happen to me. But she already has me in her hands. No Escape. I don’t want to escape. I have long decided to find the end.

She is going to make another turn and I, as always, will follow. The swirls will get wilder, the turns more pronounced. She will make my life tough. But I have long decided to find the end.

This is life and she is wonderful.