Requiem

If I were a man, I’d be there, in any way she needed. Hug her tight. I’d share her joys and sorrows and secrets.

But I couldn’t feel them as deeply as she, a woman…if I were a man.

But would I want to?

In her spiritual being I’d find a corner to sit and wonder….wander in my

thoughts …. And try to see the world through her eyes…..her

lovely eyes. As clear as the sky in June, brimming with the

sunny thoughts that may surround her in tranquil moments.

If I were a man, I’d try to reach her essence…that which is really hers

alone…. Her soul is unique.

But it is sad to know I am not a man, and can never be these things. With her. To her. I can only be from a distance, and hope that she finds them in someone.

And the purest of wishes for her to have the fullest life as intended…by God Almighty above.

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