Title:You're Just Like Her
Author: Luana

You're Just Like Her

"You're just like her!" I heard him exclaim,
His face, a display of frustration and pain.
And I, confused at what had been said,
Would soon learn that he spoke of his wife who was dead

...or so he thought

Stubborn and forthright to a fault was I 
So much like the woman he'd called his wife
Just being myself, I'd not known what I'd done
Yet a painful reminder of a loved one now gone

...or so he believed

What made you love her, then?  I had to wonder.
If these qualities were such that it made you remember
The unhappy memories, the less blissful past,
What was it that drew you to her, at last?

...and did you love her--a lot?

He'd loved her once--his answer was curt
Towards the end it was a marriage comprised mainly of hurt
She felt neglected, he, misunderstood,
What was once so wonderful had lost all signs of good

...too often they'd fought

Then the tragedy--a storm ravaged through the cove
The river had flooded, the fierce wind did blow
He'd searched high and low, but his search was in vain
She was not to be found--only a scarf in the rain

...which he collected, distraught

Believed to be dead--drowned in the river
(Though no news to confirm this as truth was delivered)
And years had passed, though the memories remained
Would he ever come to love someone again?

...I wondered

As I listened intently to this man tell the tale
Of a woman once loved, now passed through the veil
I felt my heart melt, even more than before
When he told of the Silkie (that old Scottish lore)

...and of lost love

So bewildering was this man of medicine to me
So skilled in his field, yet still a mystery
Argumentative one moment, but charming the next
It was no wonder I found myself so often perplexed

...and yet, intrigued

I remember the times he'd made my blood boil
What a knack he had, my moods to spoil!
Forever challenging me to a duel of the minds
It was almost as if it were his favorite pastime

...and I'd fall for it, without fail

A dedicated doctor, his skills I revered
His great love for the people and compassion I cheered
It was pure admiration I felt for this man
Nothing more, nothing less, that is all that I can

...say about him

Yet...a man of passion, there is no denying
Intriguing, I thought, and I'd surely be lying
If I said I did not find him attractive--somewhat,
With his blue eyes and rugged good looks, but I'm NOT

...in love with him

Though, hard as I try, I can not convince myself thus
For love is entering slowly--before I know it, I must
Face up to the truth, and share what's within
To the man who, without even trying, can win

...my heart

So what does he mean, that I'm so much like her?
Could this be the part of his wife he'd concur
Was the portion he loved, or the segment he hated?
And might I be the one for whose love he has waited

...for so long?