The Eye Of The Beholder
Emma's point of view
When I first saw you, you had your own agenda.
Up a bean stalk to collect a treasure, the climb treacherous and steep
You asked me what of love, your question cutting deep.
I tried to hide the pain, back into myself I seeped
But you saw right through me, like a ghost arising sleep.
You saw everything hidden inside, the little girl that weeped
I knew you were someone important, to afraid to take the leap.
I wish I never left you there, in a chained, messy heap.