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Is so quiet, withdrawn,
sharp in retort;
closes here yes, for fear
of what she might see,
“I’m OK”, she says;
but it is not so.
Her eyes gives away, closed
she cannot see ME!
I wish someone could tell her,
give her reassurance, to let her know
Her fears are groundless
they are simply not so.
She looks, she watches;
what is he doing?
Talking to others!
Women! She supposes.
His time conversing with others
is not a rebuff!
He’s exploring a new world,
away from the mundane stuff.
He’s a flightless Kiwi
learning to fly,
on the wings of poetry
soaring into the sky.
He’s evolving,
He’s growing;
The quest is near,
no more quivering in fear.
Could someone tell her
to open her eyes?
Forsake the darkness,
embrace the wise.
He loves her dearly,
with all that he is,
all that he can be;
HE is hers; SHE is his.
Les Bush
Copyright, 6 March 2013
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