Love Her
She craves compassion
like a rose
wilts without the kiss
of morning dew,
she withers
without your tenderness
Touch her
Let her grow in good hands
without squeezing too tight
feel her warmth
fold your souls together
Need her
Be the crust of her loaf
the white to her yoke
icing on her cake
her substance for abuse
Trust her
Be the candle in her window
her comfort in a song
a shoulder to cry on
Understand her
Catch her when she falls
beneath your spell
be her promise of forever
her dawn into twilight
passionate moments
to remember
past midnight
her tomorrow
Love her...
just love her
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