She is the silent observer,
like a light house
which looks down the sea while
the ships move over it.
She gives direction and guides
my soul towards the destination,
She hears my insecurities and the fears,
voices her opinion
only when it is required,
She knows more about me
than i know myself.
Sometimes she seeks
a litlle recognition
of her presence,
Though I never
felt an absence
ever,
she feels that
sometimes I look lost
somewhere in myself,
Self indulgmenet
might do a little
harm,
But if the difficulties
are absent we will
not become
what we want to,
I say in return,
My words
not always make a sense
but the way I say
convinces her sometimes.
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