A Young Girl

A young girl. She knows much about the world. But her heart troubles her. Will the torment end? A young girl. She needs a friend, an angel who will listen. That angel is me. I listen and care. A young girl. She does not yet understand the constant battle of love. Between her heart and her mind. The ever constant fight, between logic and sacrifice. A young girl. She looks to me for guidance, for answers. She’s not for me to love intimately. Maybe she is. A young girl.