She’s past the age of worrying about
What ‘all men’ want – it’s more about what she
Is looking for and in her kind of friend,
And what, in friendship, she might newly be —

Recover,
Discover,
You’re more than a lover
You’re more than a warmer
Beneath a bed cover;
No one else to say
How you speak or you dress —
You don’t have to settle
For love that is less

She snaps a selfie out there on the beach
I look at it, three thousand miles away;
My stars, I’m glad she left that evil place,
She’s more herself with every passing day

It’s not about
Escaping doubt;
Sometimes she’s gonna have a drought
Of ideas, creativity;
No longer in captivity,
Indulging her proclivity
To love, with all she’s got,
The peopled landscape of her life,
And regain her lost plot

Rekindling
From swindling,
Her tears are daily dwindling;
Maria D., my friend, please see
The marvel you will always be
A wonder you can come to know
With us, your friends, along
In tow