The Blossom of Love

And indeed you will see it in the glimpse of his eyes,

Hot burning embers of coal….

But when he sees you; you are transfixed and the fire;

the anxiety of seeing you dies down.

And his coldness recedes as he tries to show no sentiment.

And indeed you will see it in his touch.

A woman should never have to fight for a man’s attention and affection;

if so he is not the one.

But indeed the dogs that hound you shall he get rid of.

It is the making of a man that he rids himself of his fear and of his agonies.

Because you know you’d love to be the girl men fight wars for;

the girl that men pick up off their feet and carry into their den.

To stare into your eyes and cherish your body likewise like a flower

with thorns.

Indeed you should be gentle with flowers and roses of such.

Indeed if not gentle with his heart as of a flower;

This will surely be how you lose your love story.

But indeed this will never happen for you treasure him for eternity;

as the rose blossoms and the love recieved blooms into the heart of all that is loveable.

A blossom of love;

a dove learning to fly;

a cat purring in the corner where his boots shall be….