The Girl named Mandala
Her complexity was drawn on the page for all to see, Like lines darted across from one side to another, Her lovers moved in and out of her life and where one's story ended, another lover's began. The web of lovers she had created held her suspended, However she was tangled and lost in her own doing. There is a pattern in her creation. She had a hidden order within the turmoil, A symmetry for her chaos, She kept the secrets of her universe hidden. For the one who saw her inner meaning, she brought him the balance that she was always seeking. He loved the girl named Mandala, Her lines were many, like the scars that revealed her bruised heart. He vowed to her that he would always love her, A consistency that she so much desired. His line was at her centre, and it curved back upon itself into a circle, and continued into infinity. His circle waded amongst all those dying lines, Those lines never crossed his path at her core, They could not break the union