She’s a giver,

Her heart bleeds.

To those she loves,

She seeks to please.

Pretty eyes,

She tries to hide.

Under cover,

What’s inside.

Soft and good,

She touches me.

Seeking thoughts,

They help her see.

Pretty Jen,

My wish to you,

To love yourself,

As others do.

Don’t lose yourself,

While you wait,

In line behind,

The ones you save.

Love yourself,

Then let it be.

And you will see,

Your soul set free.