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!