Because She Is ...
She doesn’t know she’s so beautiful.
She doesn’t know she sings so beautiful.
She doesn’t know she’s so funny.
She doesn’t know she is so true.
She doesn’t know she is so good, so daring, so ...
She is such a delight.
Because she is as an unspoiled child.
How can I ever not love her, except I’m a stone. Yet I’ve
not the heart to ever, ever, tell it her. You know why?
April 2014
This is my book. You can read it.
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