Deserted Island

She’s not the woman you always dreamed
Of being stranded on a deserted island with
Or trapped in a frozen elevator between
The 12th and 13th floor,
Or floating in orbit in a capsule built for two,
Yet is the one you should be with,
All of her exposed only after you have
Rubbed off the tinge to find
The real treasure beneath,
Beautiful first and last, inside and out,
Yet with a rough edge that makes you work
To find out, leaving you just a little raw
From the experience, not enough to stop you,
Just to enough to know this isn’t a one night stand,
All or nothing and nothing just won’t do.
She knows who and what you are from the first glance
And so her eyes gleam with amusement
As you work to know anything about her at all,
She knowing you will never know it all
Or even enough, and will have to walk out
On a tight rope of trust to get her,
And even then you’ll always fear you might fall
Uncertain if she will catch you,
Praying every minute that she will.