They Are All The Same

There is a point

Of intersection

In every female psyche

At which

Whimsy and 

Heartache meet

That’s where they all 

Are the same age

It doesn’t matter if 

She’s 80 

Or 4 

Or 22

At that soft spot

They all are the same age

And there is usually

A man, or a boy

That makes them feel a certain way

And that’s how we know

That love is never born

It never dies 

And never can be replaced

It’s just stumbled upon

Discovered

And found

And that’s what they 

feel at that intersection

And they always long for it

And when they arrive

Nothing else matters

Except his gaze

And her shy smile

And his soul 

And her heart

And eternity

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