If "imaginary her" can speak

A suppose reply to a poem

There you are with your flashing eyes

that can be seen in miles

like unreachable heavens

in metaphorical sense

Staring at you gently

as if it is a destiny

and all the questions bubbled spill

but answers poured and half filled

You might be sensitive and sad

worry not, for I'll be glad

to wait and hold you firmly

summer's bloom like love grows fondly

You--ever so mysterious

while I--undoubtedly curious

in all your thoughts

swallowing me up until my feeling's caught

photo from weloveart