Never knew you were in pain.
You stand so tall, seem so vain.
Couldn’t see protective shield.
Thought selfish airs being wield.
Afraid once more, you’ll get hurt.
Dancing around, friends you skirt.
Never knew you once were teased
Your heart, in vice, often squeezed.
Pretended ‘til you believed,
Heart was whole, danger relieved.
With that shield, no need of sword,
But let it down and weapon is word.
With words can slice to the bone.
Those who would hurt, must atone.
Knowing this, must be certain,
Before open heart’s curtain,
They’ll earn your trust, will be true
Else they won’t get close to you.
– – June Nash