The clear sky wears you
Lovely, deep and concerned you seem
When the heavy clouds carelessly rush before the winds
Uncovering, uncovering the nakedness beyond
You appear,...
look! we say, the color of the sky!
But it is always you, covering the nakedness beyond
It was not the Muscle
Neither was it the charm
That made him so appealing,
Yet she steal melted with time
Submitting to the patience of this man
'It is not your smell my dear,
neither is it your strong figure,' she said
'But because you chose to fight my wars for me
When you realized I needed you
You gave me your heart,
and served me with your love
It is this kindness that makes you a man
And my ability to inspire it that makes me a woman,'
She said...patting her man.
A man is made
By the wars he chooses to fight
And the people he fights for,
Service,
Defines him better
'And a woman,' he replied
'Is defined by the service he inspires'
Two eyes that bleed
Have you a scar
Like mine, somewhere in the heart
That turns sour when rubbed by situations
bleading through the eyes, tears
Likely, likely, we equally bleed our hearts
Sometimes