What Does Your Heart Speak?

When you meet, what does your heart speak?

Are his eyes kind and searching yours?
Do they wash over you like hungry, selfish eagerness?
Does he remind you of someone, perhaps from a dream?
Maybe a heavenly, maybe perilous?

Were his first words to you thoughtful, curious?
Courteous? Interested? Interesting?
What of last night or at first days light?
Do those words still charm you? Woo you? Interest you?

Are his hands gentle, slow, patient?
Would another man pay if he touched you this way?
Can he forgive your insecurities, fears, your inadequacies?
Are you suffering for them and his too?

Is the door held for you, are you treated like a lady?
Not because you demand it, because you are worth it?
Is the door left closed, your needs neglected to meet his own?
Demands, requests, desires go unnoticed?

Do you see your path together, bright, meaningful, calmly meandering?
Too forced, too faked, too far gone?
Did you whisper his name and know it was perfect?
Did he says yours and know it was perfect, for now?

How you long to hear his voice, fill yourself with his smile, breathe him in?
How he must feel the same?
Surely he too must?
How you feel needy for something once endearing, now vulnerable, frightened, alone.
Surely he too does?

Did lazy Sunday mornings remind you of safety, something good, right?
Something you wanted and needed closer to you?
Can you forgive those Sundays now if they've gone forever?
Can you forgive the heart? For it's fickle ways and tendencies to dwadle?

When you meet, what does your heart speak?
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I wrote this with many people I love, and a few I don't in mind.
The woman we all are that search, hunger, thrive from love and passion.
The men who love us, who give to us, who make efforts to see our smile.
The men who don't, cannot, who still lost in their own cowardice.

I wrote this for all of us who see our partners as valuable, worthy, comfortable...and how easy it can be to loose it.
I wrote this for all the times I've wanted something so badly from someone and then I realized wanting it, simply did not make it so.

I wrote this for all the tears I've blinked back because of love, the good and the bad. I am still learning that even the best of people can still hurt you in the worst ways.

I wrote this for all moments I've acted like a complete jack ass because I didn't have the tools, the knowledge, the ability to give the man I love everything he needs and deserves from me.

I wrote this for all moments he acted like a complete jack ass because he didn't have the tools, the knowledge, the ability to give me everything I need and deserve from him.

I wrote this to remember, forgive, maybe you forget, maybe you don't. But you do your best to move past it and love each other any way.