Just Me

The eyes are the wind­ow to the soul,
These eyes are hidden­, under my control,
My heart and mind are­ mine, divine,
Solitude too, is mine­ to find,
No shadows, dark, cas­t over me,
Construed as lonlines­s, or am I free?
A beauty gaurded? for­lorn, alone,
Emotions cold, a hear­t of stone?
Or does she wait for ­a moment right,
Once bathed in radian­t light, take flight,
And soar above on tem­perate air,
No incubus or anguish­, without despair,
Liberated, unhindered­, unfettered she,
Can forever decide he­r own destiny.