Brave

Air water, food and thought
One my heart unwittingly sought
The spark I love and wish to save
Needs me not, for she is brave
A lending hand when I am down
She cares for me, hates to frown
Even though she knows I dress
With clothes of the opposite sex
You never judge, and know I kid
A spriteful container without a lid
The spark i love and wish to save
Needs me not, for she is brave

Author's Note

I dont actually cross-dress, it was an inside joke for the one I wrote this for