We opened our hearts, feelings were shared
talked for hours and tears were shed.
There is such beauty in your sweet spirit,
Beauty and grace, yet you don’t hear it.
And as we ended our revelry
You signed, “Your friend, Just Valerie.”
Oh, how my heart aches when you deny
The woman I see through my teary eyes.
Such light, such beauty, such grace as yours,
Sadly, you don’t see, and what’s worse
My affection and praise that are yours for free
You still insist you're “Just Valerie.”
You’ve beat yourself up and pulled yourself down,
Believed unkind words from others who frown
On one who wishes to make something of her life
Something more than a friend, mother, or wife.
The treasure you seek, are in these three.
It’s so evident you’re more than “Just Valerie.”
Can the sun deny its glowing rays?
Or the moon its silvery reflection in bays?
Can the rose reject its most fragrant scent?
Or a lingering kiss after a day well spent?
Oh please, please do not speak to me
By labeling yourself “Just Valerie.”
Your feminine charms and your womanly ways
Are the inspiration of men present and of ancient days.
Your spirit speaks loudly and your soul shines true .
The brilliance you deny ... truly is in you.
In silence my heart holds you so dearly to me
And I see in you more than “Just Valerie.”
You need not measure up to any woman or man
For upon your own feet you have the strength to stand.
Your virtue is pure, your elegance refined
Your laughter contagious, your essence divine.
If ever you read these emotions from me,
Know You are so much more than “Just Valerie.”