Things that could be expressed simply,
Were woven into an intricate web of words.
Took long for the meaning to surface,
The world had moved,
Was too late to reply.
That is your specialty, my dear friend.
You took all the bullets shot at you,
Silently, never uttering a single curse,
Without an option,
Had to do it for the one you loved.
That is your specialty, my dear friend.
The truth about myself,
Was so gently spilled into my ears,
My eyes open,
Now, I can see clearer.
Again, your specialty, my dear friend.
You embraced me,
When everyone had turned faces away,
That is your virtue, my dear friend.