The Real Me (A Poem)

I reach out to hold your hand,

You reach back and touch my heart.

I run ahead to open your door,

Your smile to me means so much more.

When you speak, I feel the warmth in your heart.

We are so close, yet so far apart.

You know I’m here, but you don't know me.

I pray you will open your eyes and see.

See the real me.