What did she need to help her mend?
A lover? No…perhaps a friend.
A heart with whom she shares her loss,
Who holds her hand and helps her cross
This bridge of change, from pain to hope,
(And maybe the occasional grope 🙂 )
Who helps her set her bound heart free,
A friend, a rough and tender he.
And maybe, while he helps her through,
She’ll find that she can help him too.
So now her unconvention ends,
And blushing, she waits for a friend.