she is what she is and will always be
not a china doll yet as distinct
bearing herself with
great nobility
yet humble to as if she can't distinguish
between the two and
we
who see her like to Honey are drawn
dreaming of what she might be
like at dawn curtain,
sheets rumpled f
rom the night so sweet
we paint portraits of
her in our minds
though in truth these
are not kind reflections
they are of of what
it is we wish to see
not the woman we should know her to be
she is what she is
and always will be
even if it is not the
soul we think we see
Noble and sweet
And we at her feet
she being all she needs to be
and we too foolish to
see
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