A Girl Named Gloria

She asks how are you doing like it's been ages since we talked, but just some few hours were skipped, ‎A golden heart made of glass she has. ‎A heart that's been broken countless times but has the power to heal and forgive, ‎A wise dumb girl, just enough for my liking. ‎A weak and frail girl whose persistence speaks louder than her words. ‎A girl of average beauty, ‎nothing alluring she has, nothing special to talk about her, as seen by those who know her not, but I, who've sat at the peak to oppose and to support her, have confirmed she's a king maker. ‎Yes, she's a king maker who's far away, far away from my arms' reach, so it looks like she only stays in my imagination, ‎A hidden trophy I've found but can't reach – though it's okay, for I'm happy she lives.