I See Her Happy (5/10/11) Poem by Ryan Cole

I see her happy and I think

of all the chances I never had

to make her see herself through my eyes

For she could only see herself through others

A thing of beauty, an object of desire

Someone I couldn't hold

Though want was there

a piece was missing

Some fragment of my whole misplaced

could never make her happy

Though I longed to try

I see her happy and I think

Is she seeing herself now only through his eyes

Clouded by love, but reflection still

Or at last does she see herself as she is

Intrinsic to herself

A masterpiece waiting to happen

A wildflower in bloom

I see her happen and I think

of all the chances I never had