There is no she,
but she is mine;
atop the springs
below the finest
line described
by those of kind
who want her to
be gone from my
dividing sign
and in due time
she'll descend
to a finer state
of heart and mind,
of curve in tow,
for me to know
and others won't
have a clear idea
of who she'd be
if they'd just
allow her to settle.