She Ponders the Why

Through the warm blinding tears
she ponders the why
through all of her years
so much time has gone by

Never before
has one so in touch
ever walked through the door
and touched her so much

His honor is real
His words from within
how can she conceal
what she really is

A scared little girl
with all good intentions
her heart in a whirl
it spins with his mention

The suffering of her life
That made her today
such pain and such strife
continues to stay

He gives HER the credit
for HIS very deed
She will never forget it
his heart is her greed

She wants to say thank you
but the words are so listless
they can't seem to do
what her heart needs to witness

He sees so much more than any would try
she still wonders how
Can he see me cry?
She ponders the thought, can he see me now?