A beautiful friend touched my heart and inspired this poem.
To be or not to be
A boiling thought with growing wings
Not to be or to be
A harbored image of dense imagination
A moment you know, and another you're o'erthrown
Whispers of uncertainty, like a dagger with horror
To stand firm or to fall flat on brittled ground
A grave fate dribbling in faith
To love or to be loved
Extraordinarily powerful in sight to behold
Rhythmic reverberations, it's hold so strong
To have sight or blindly see
The path of numerical perplexion
To be you and only you
A magnified gift bellied with heavenly ring.