She’s that Lady.

That one over there.
The one indecision
Without over flair.

She can’t hide her heartache
Or disguise her joy.
She cries without warning.
Her tears easily flow.

She cries
For puppies without homes.
And she cries
For old people alone.
And she cries
If she disappoints her friends.
And she cries for me
When my dream meet painful ends.

She loves freely
And hurts just as well
She’s happy with a flower
That she can’t help but smell

But if in a thoughtless moment
I cannot match her kind
She damns my indiscretion
But cherishes my time.