When I sit next to you...I see you.
I feel you; with years in between.
Until you're much older and wiser.
You know nothing of what I mean.
Your innocence is so beautiful.
So delicate like a flower.
Your intuitive; not yet knowing.
You're given instilled power.
Your philosophy of words; misunderstood.
But if one listens; you can clearly hear them.
Your unconditionally bold in the softness you hold.
Your innocence divine!