For Me

She whispers to me, Says things this man never Heard ever before. She tells me and shows me The contents of her heart. She smiles, Just to think of me. She truly is, But treats me Like, beautiful art. She sings songs to me About love and life And of wonderful dreams. She is a gift, Truly due to innate beauty Which flows like The most beautiful of streams. She shares with me, All that she wishes Me to see, But she cannot hide The real person, inside. In effect, She shares completely And feels, with me, There’s no reason to hide.