To A Girl Whose Hands Have Lied

I know little about her

but that she is beautiful and kind

and has eyes that offer surrender

or shelter

to others’ fears and problems

within their placating,

delivering depths

I know little about her

but the way her smile rights me

and that I search for it

even after she has left the room

I know little about her

but that I hope my speculation is untrue

that she who empowers others

and inspires self confidence in

the lost or weary

has a tenuous hold on her own

I know little about her

but the open enigma she is

and the addictiveness of

her wonder

and that her hands have lied