Her Name Means Wild

Oh how she longs for you.

In the vastness of this world

She is but a tiny speckle of dust

Her shadow you barely notice or

the smile on her face

when you enter the room.

How she longs for you

And hopes you notice

The fine curls in her hair

Though dark and lengthy

It makes no difference

If she straightens it for you that day.

Oh how she longs for you

And yet he barely sees her.

She is but a quiet soul,

A wanderer, always searching

But hardly searched

For she’ll barely say a word.

How she longs for you

On days like these

While everyone is seeking your attention

She’s praying for all your needs.

And yet another day goes by

As a speckle of dust that he hardly sees.