Rarely elaborate, but always beaming
A woman who is more concerned with hearts than faces
Who sees through skin to the spirit
I will be
A friend to those who hurt
Reaching out my hands to lift heads
The ache of humanity running deep in me
Along with the love
I will be
Open to the adventures of life
Open to the souls
And carrying beauty in my arms for any to take,
As they have need
I will be myself
And it will be enough