Poem For a Friend

Passionate lady,
lies lonely through the night,
dreaming of love and happiness.
Sensual lady,
lies longing through the night,
lustful for touch and kisses.
Tender lady,
lies crying through the night,
longing for gentleness and caring.
And in the light of day,
the men –
Are they blind to the depth of her soul,
or are they just fools not seeing her worth?
Are they blind to the intensity of her beauty,
or are they just fools looking past?
These things I cannot say,
yet to me
she is a diamond amidst pieces of cut glass,
and I’d have to be a blind fool,
to miss the treasure
of her being.