Untold

--First go at poetry from my own experience. Constructive criticism is welcomed!--

We met on a trip,
a journey into the wild.
Not a clue what I was to discover, uncover or find.
But that's the best way to go, with an open mind.

I first lay eyes upon her, our chemistry was undeniable,
inevitable was the connection.
But on reflection, did I even mention
the section based on our conversation?

It flows like a river, even sometimes unspoken,
Speaking with the eyes was the token
to our feelings. When you can look at someone
who's dealing, dealt and felt a range of scars
and feel it for yourself.

Beautiful soulful eyes, nothing like i've seen
I could never dream of such beams of cogitation.
Such grace is witheld in her face, alas
as the saying goes, we found love in a hopeless place.

The lines of emotion marked across her upper arms,
some old some recent, the anguish of self harm.
My heart aches for her sake and I'd take
some of the hate that she has for herself.

But I can't... and wont,
tell her how I feel. This lust
is just as much discussed as the treachery
in the third world countries.

So I guess I'll keep quiet,
because she lays her head afar
and marginally older but
the love still flows, and remains unknown,
to all.