Who Will Help Her
She is too sensitive, too soft,
She will not last an hour
I had no words, so I remained silent.
She has no experience, how can she do it?
Who will help her?
I decide it will be me, but keep this hidden.
The faerie ruler arrived on a Saturday.
She was fair of face, and light of heart.
I read her aura and liked her immediately.
She is selfless, honorable, respectable and kind.
She looks for the goodness in others.
And she gives everyone a multitude of chances.
I will help you with anything you need, I told her.
The naysayers marched off, angry.
Wishing I had been more like them.
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