At times she is afraid to speak.
To talk about how it feels.
To be a woman everyday.
To be a soul that wants to play.
I see a woman there for me;
So beautiful, but insecure,
So little lovingly obscure,
She is alive and on her way
to find herself in this new day.
I feel her hunger, for someone,
who will reflect her back:
here that's who you are.
And in that hunger in her eyes,
you see commitment turning wild.
“eyes that commit”