The Woman I Am
The woman I am
Hides deep in me
Beneath the woman
I seem to be.
She hides away
From the stranger’s eye-
She is not known
To the passers-by.
She goes her way,
The woman I seem,
But the woman I am
Withdraws to dream!
The woman I seem
Goes carelessly-
When love goes by
Does not seem to see.
But the woman I am
Knows sudden fear . . .
And hides more deeply
When love draws near!
For love might look closely
Perhaps . . . and see
Her beneath the woman
I seem to be.
~ Glen Allen ~
