ARE WE WORTHY The passion of woman Is drawn by the words of man To surface in thought Of remembered dreams Soft as the gentle touch Of a poem or a song Yet, with great determination To protect the heart With caution and time Most men do not see the Quiet armor of self- Preservation Until they ride into it Like invisible walls The lesser strength Turns out to be the Strongest of all And with the quiet Patience of time Stops, turns, and waits For the man to catch up Sometimes we are worth it Sometimes not.
Oh .... so very lovely, Fish Hawk.
I’m saving this poem so don’t be surprised if you see it in a future thread. :)
Thank you for sharing your talent.