[fish hawk]

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. 

[JustAmy]

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.