Você É Linda

• Lizzie Allen, Grade 11
• Poetry
• 2010

The sun is shining,
The birds are singing,
There’s not a cloud in the sky.
None of this helps;
She does not smile.

The leaves are green,
The breeze is cool.
Everyone around her is smiling.
None of this helps;
She still does not smile.

Someone tells a joke,
Its really not that funny,
But they laugh anyway.
None of this helps;
She still feels alone.

The sun is setting;
The sky is stained
With the richest colours.
Its getting cold outside,
But she does not move.

She stares into the distance;
She doesnt see the beauty
Of the land around her.
She thinks only of you,
And the separating distance.

Everyone has gone,
The stars are shining.
She looks at the moon;
A single glistening tear
Rolls down her pale cheek.

She wipes it away,
glances again at the moon;
Her connection to you.
She murmurs so quietly
That no one can hear.

She knows in her heart
That the moon heard her.
She hopes that it will
Deliver her words,
The ones meant only for you.

Three small words,
Three different languages,
She knows you understand them all.
Three small words,
Meant only for you.

Those three small words
Contain her heart and soul.
The wind blows around you,
You hear her say,
I love you.