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She loves everyone

Even more so her mate

But as sad as it sounds

Being alone is her fate



For I speak for Irony, and this,

Is her story





She’s told she’s beautiful,

She’s told she’s fair.

And to speak a lie?

Oh she’d never dare.



Her loyalty,

Left unspoiled.

Her ways,

Never foiled.



A person not masked by what she is not.



With a mind as open as the sea

She’ll comfort you, she’ll set you free.

She’ll care for you, she’ll help you stand

She’ll be there for you, a helping hand.



She’ll make you laugh, she’ll make you smile

She’ll make your time, worth the while.

She won’t walk on by without a glance,

She’ll pull you up and make you dance.



She’s told she’s beauty, she’s told she’s fine

She’s even told she’s one of a kind.

And I almost forgot, I have to mention

She’s even told that she’s perfection.



You would think that one would want such greatness, especially if in arms reach

But she’s never held, she’s left untouched, and her greatness remains just speech.





For them her heart is longing for,

And theirs for her as well.

But they’re to afraid to just reach out,

And grab her for themselves.



Afraid of real love maybe,

Afraid of what’s unknown.

Afraid of what’s behind that door,

Afraid of letting go.

Perhaps afraid of something new?

The answer she’ll never know.

But through the pain and loneliness,

Her love will always grow.



For her maybe this will one day end,

But that I do not know.



For I just speak her story, and this,

Is her Irony.