Whatever the Unknown of it.

There was once a girl I knew.
And I just didn't know what to do.
She would ignore me,
She'd just look down tiredly.

Always in a trance
She never gave me a chance
Her hair would vary from black to brown
What didn't alter was her frown.

I refused to look at her and feel sad
If she were a fabric her pattern would be plaid
Since I had known her, she had always been thin
There had to be more under the golden shaded skin.

Her hair always flew with no knots and looked right
To anyone else, she was as transparent as an uncooked egg white
But not to me. There was just something. I continue to hold her in high merit
And commit to the journey to discover - whatever the unknown of it.