Freedom
My guiding light,
My protector,
My lover,
Mine.
Yet she is not,
Always running away.
The touch of her lips,
The scent of her hair,
The glimpse of her eyes,
The very existence,
Fleeting moments, always in sight,
Never in grasp.
I catch her hand,
I draw her close,
I capture her lips,
She spins away.
Once again gone, it matters not,
She'll always be mine.
Slightly edited, new entry.