she is like a seashell

this is one of my experience when I met a girl. very quickly an invisible bond has been formed. This memory I wanted to kept in the pearls of my life. This poem is free style

Deep  or unpredictable,

Tamed or contained

Warm or wild

she is like a mystery

moving in the different ways 

glistening in the steadfast light

in full moon.

talking to her feels like

finding a seashell, kept near my ears

the more I listen to it it echoes in my soul, 

such beautiful sounds

I have'nt yet heard,

Amid the worlds wild surge,

she is like the waves of circumstance's that urge

in her, 

the every joy that passed

something beautiful remains

She is and she always will

be an untamed...seashell