I had you pegged
As someone I knew
Had all the hard facts
Yet, no more than a few
The years came and went
We grew side by side
You fell in the shadows
I stuck by my pride
Till understanding revealed
There’s a hidden agenda
Is there something wrong?
Was it I who offended?
All those times, insecure,
You’d curl up in a ball
And then I’d back away
To avoid a great fall
Hints you gave softly
Not entirely wasted
Just stored away till
God’s wisdom I tasted
How His flowers do bloom!
Some quickly, some slowly
There’s more to you...but,
Is there more than just me?
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