As these lines came into my head, they came on a suspiciously familiar tune, so I think of these as song lyrics, and I will have to see if my harp and I can turn them into a song at some point. In the meantime, they’re a poem. (I wouldn’t hold your breath for the music, just so you know).
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You don’t look.
You don’t see.
You don’t hear.
You don’t speak
words she needs you to speak.
You’re not listening
when her heart weeps.
You don’t hear.
You don’t hear!
Please come here.
You must look.
You must see
what she’s trying desperately
to help you see.
You must hear
how she’s struggling with her fears.
You must speak,
whisper love,
for that’s all she truly seeks.
Look.
See.
Hear.
Speak
Love.
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