Poem: Hands Out

To you, a hand I extend,
In hopes to find a friend.

Though to most I am a bore,
Would that you see but more.

That in the crowds do I hide,
But the loneliness inside.

A smile on the lips,
A hand at the hips.

But to speak of a smile in mine eye,
Would be nothing, if not a lie.

So many stories have been told and heard,
To lend to the plight, of this little bird.

That one may take to wing,
And that the soul may sing.

That wherever she goes,
May that always she knows.

That beloved is she,
And forever may it be.