I Don't Know Her

     I wrote this on a whim one night while talking to someone very dear to me. I remember one night I was talking to her and I said something about how I could easily fall in love with her and she laughed and looked at me and told me I already was. I didn't know what to say. She had me dead to rights I just didn't wana admit it.

      I don't know her, not yet. I could tell you some of the things she liked. I could tell you some of the stories I've heard from her.

      I don't know her, not yet. But recently she gave me a chance, she let down a part of the wall. She allowed an outsider in and the light that is her is as burns as bright as her red hair.

      I don't know her, not yet. I've promised her to give her my all to learn and in the process some how, fell in love with the mystery that was her.