Tuesday, February 14, 2012

Why I Love Her by Ulrich Wendt

She builds trails that go nowhere in particular
They meander and wander in the brush along the river
As do the sinews of the heart
Or the way the mind finds comfort in ambiguity.
And though I'm sometimes caught up in the logic of pure reason,
My line running straight and purposeful
Like wolves on a savage hunt,
She remains my persuasion.

Ulrich Wendt

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