Jake Isaacson

She is on the dance floor
Graceful, laughing
Slim with striking silver hair
A friend remarks she´s beautiful,
And I agree.

She joins us at a table
Hugs each and all with warmth
And laughs at all our jokes
As she leaves a friend remarks she´s truly special,
And I agree.

I wonder why they speak to me
And tell me what I clearly see
That she´s kind, clever, lovely, fun
While I agree with every one.

Then one day I realize
It´s her reflection in my eyes
They see just what she is to me
They´re telling me that they agree.