A poem to a friend
You have the most beautiful eyes,
For they are the mirror to your soul...
They reflect your beauty, passion
And an innocence that in most of us is
Long gone.
People are attracted to your beauty
For this is all they can see.
But few people would ever see your
Grace or your serenity.
Judge them not harshly for this:
It is rare to find these gifts so
Developed in someone of your tender years.
Do not fear the tears of life.
For these will always dry.
Do not fear a broken heart,
For this to will heal with time.
But beware of those things,
That would break your spirit,
Your most precious of gifts.
For of a broken spirit?
There is no cure.
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