HER HEART
Her heart, tender as the violets tendrils
Always seeking and never finding
The strong hand yet so gentle
To hold and protect it.
Her eyes, wise from the years
Always searching and never finding
The soul in his, to captivate
And dance with hers so freely.
Her hands, soft as a rose petal
Feeling her way yet always lost
Trying to touch his heart
In a way he's never felt.
Her mind, sharp as a tack
Always wondering and not understanding
What she has to do, or where to go
To find the one thinking of her.
How does she captivate him?
How can she get him to hold her close
To never ever let go
To show her true love
As she wraps him in an irredescent warmth
Called.....love.....
Self Copyright 2007
