My Ashke

I have named you ashke

There are stronger ones than you, stronger
There are wiser ones than you, wiser
There are ones with more patience than you, patience

But you are my ashke

When you walk in the Vale,
No one sees you for who you are.
No one sees your quiet beauty, no one perceives
Your sense of honor, your sense of justice,
That you have, always.

And when you come,
My heart fills.
You challenge me,
To relearn,
Forgotten things.

And everyone but us,
And everyone but us, keÕchara
Realizes it.