She Doesn't Know

This was written while thinking about a friend of mine who has had a rough ride in life, and undervalues herself. She is one of the finest people I have ever met, and I expect that my wife and I will be friends with her for a very long time.

She Just Doesn't Know


Always she's given:

of her time,

of her heart,

and of herself.

Such rare precious gifts, yet...

She just doesn't know.

Her eyes are uncertain:

wondering,

questioning,

always doubting.

That this time it won't hurt...

She just doesn't know.

Her laugh is amazing:

contagious,

refreshing,

and genuine.

It creates elation, yet...

She just doesn't know.

Her brain is a wonder:

Flexible,

Intelligent,

and engaging.

She's the best conversation, yet...

She just doesn't know.

Her friendship is an honour:

unexpected,

appreciated,

and venerated.

She will always have mine, yet...

She just doesn't know.

But she will.

The End

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