She Knows

She knows not what she knows she knows but thinking makes it so. 
She strives to speak the language of her Love: the honest show.
Her words once learned and counted in first measured audio
Do tell the tale of choose-your-own but still find: Friend or Foe.

She knows not what she knows she knows but speaking makes it so. 
Yet give her just one echo of her tone from cast tableau,
Found free in bouncy beaux and cheery chat of social throws,
And suddenly she hears her voice translate into shadow.

She knows not what she knows she knows but sharing makes it so. 
Alone can hold the hearing truth for just so long below—
But second her and overrule insanity’s plateau.
Reiterate her, justify, Her Other Auto-Bio.

She knows not what she knows without her solitude in tow. 
To meet the world with words is to be met right back with woe. 
What game is this long lesson of whose lingua lasts and grows?
Her thought-idiolect won’t hold alone the love she knows.