She sees me as I see her searching for something inside herself. Her eyes hide mystery. Almost as if she is pining for the answers she seek within my windows. I'm kept captive by the innocence in her smile. I can't provide her with what she wants but I know her needs can be met with a little help from my experience in this field; In hopes that we can build. I can't shield her from the wicked ways of the world we call humanity, but I can help her seek shelter in her sanity. Granted I haven't been given a lot to work with, I'm a make due with what I got. i have all of eternity to spend in the presence of her ebony essence. She has twenty centuries to spend in my circle of sunsets. The circumstances that led me to this awkward situation puzzles me. I figure anything circumstantial can serve to be substantial to its recipient. I move in for a close observation of this magnificent specimen to see if my seeing eye is telling me that what I spy is a lie. It's not. My next move is a motion made toward a touch, but a second of hesitation can lead to a lifetime of not knowing if we could have built something solid. I telepathically send subliminal messages to her, hoping she can read my mind. "Instruct me to where you keep the key that unlocks your innermost desires." Her response assures me that she must have heard every unspoken word cause she kissed me with a whisper. The scene was set for my scrawny structure and her fragile figure to fade into each other.