With her knowing eyes and real quick wit,
She was lovely but couldn't see it.
Her spirit shone because of her care,
She was always just and fair.
Her mind was open to all types of love,
She was gentler than a dove.
But every day she would cry,
Because he would just pass her by.
She loved life and liked him a lot,
Even though he did not.
With her kind heart breaking she would sit,
For she was lovely but he couldn't see it.