Her Sanguine Personality
She is popular no doubt
In the fray of every conversation
Interested in everyone’s story
Flitting around the room injecting optimism
Instilling hope
A sanguine personality with pizazz
I follow her as she work the room
Charisma on fire
Charming them like a faerie riding a monarch
Her tittering laugh grates me
She is the original Pollyanna
Giving them all a piece
She is the leader of the room
We all know.
It is as obvious
Her engaging wit
And talent for loving everyone
Keeps her energy twirling in every direction.
Exhausted watching her,
I look for a corner and sit.
Quietly unobserved,
Invisible
Which is where she finds me
To lift me up and engage me in conversation.
Her keen eye
And caring ways
Are drawn to disengagement
As a hawk is drawn
To a skirmish
Running full out toward it.
Sanguine. Nothing like it!
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