Soft blue eyes gazing into open space,
trembling with fear of love.
Wanting to know the ways in which to serve
one who has been so kind,
Showing her the way.
Doubtful that love will help her through
troubling times that may lay ahead.
She lies and waits for the power
to learn more than she has
experienced with others.
Begging on bended knees toward the moon,
hearing her calling but can no longer move.
Loneliness is killing her slowly,
for she is not strong.
Without the hand that is stern yet loving,
she is lost.. Lost in fear of never knowing.
Look into her soft blue eyes, her story is
there waiting to be told to anyone who will listen..
and take her home.
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