She's got stones
she keeps them stacked high
they form a circle
valuables hidden inside

and she acts
band aids for wounds
no eyes behold
yet her heart sings happy tunes

And she speaks
says she's having fun
to ease the nerves
not to be undone

And she smiles
the bringer of joy
music boxes out of tune
still considered a toy

Man can't fight his way in
she's tired of wars
nor can he force his entry
she has enough scars

He must ask politely
to gain his view
of a gorgeous treasure
seen only by few

If one is ever found
inside the barricades
standing next to diamonds
that man is safe

for she's allowed the entry
what no one else could do
And it seems all along
she was looking for you


copyright 1992 Dale Suffridge