I stand in awe at your simple speech
The words that echo from your heart.
You've already passed my reach
By aiming for a different art.

I long for greatness,
And yet I see
That that greatness
Will belong to thee.

Perhaps I'm envious:
I cannot tell.
I see your genius
And feel my heart for you swell.

Someday they'll know you-
Perhaps not me;
Yet still I always will love thee.
It's strange- for years I fought
To prove that I was best,
Yet now deny I that quest.

The heart I've seen in you is pure
Enough to make me cry.
And in one thought I stand so sure:
Your heart is one that cannot die.