He moves around me with grace and speed,
He smiles a smile , that will to tease .
He see’s the world from where I am ,
He knows so much and yet understands.
I move beside him , proud to be
I smile right back with sweet mystery ,
I see the man , but dose he see me
I know so little , yet I know thy .
We are one off each , its is true
We are different , but I am here for you ,
We are more than friends as friends may see,
We are better as a pair … maybe .
I see the man sitting there,
I see the pride , the will , the dare
I know the power , with gentle touch
I know I could want and take so much.
He is proud and strong , he takes your stare
I see the man and not his chair
He talks the talk and wheels on by
I see the man who can make me cry.
I see the man , but dose he see me
Dose he really know I am proud to be .
He says so little yet gives that look
They are one together ,his wheels and he.
I see the man , But can he see me
Can he see what it is I see ?
Will he ever see me ………………..
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