What is so wonderful about your looks
And what is soothing about your voice,
Has never been taught by words and books
Thus, hadn’t entered my heart by choice.
And as torments with every passing day
Grow worse, and life misses what once had gleamed,
There is nothing, nothing to cease dismay,
For what’s inside is greater than it seemed.
And I’m sure you wouldn’t have been that far
If you only knew how lucky you are.
Jessica J. Hanna, 07