Gentle

She is strong like the wind, yet as fragile as a rose.  As angry as a hungry lioness, yet her love for you grows. She longs for your embrace, she loves the feeling of your fingertips on her face. She closes her eyes each time you draw her near. The smiles so beautifully every time you literally catch her tears. She fears her heart breaking as the deer fears being a predator's prey. She waits to hear your voice eagerly every single day. Her cheeks turn pink and her dimples wider than the ocean, each time you hold her hand or kiss her forehead, she can't control her emotions. She places her head on your chest as that's her best pillow. Even her breathing heavily is as gentle as a willow. Her laughter is the best sound which one can hear. You play back all these memories when she isn't near. She goes out of breathe as you hold her from behind and whisper in her ear. The solace of words she longs to hear. Tis the sweetest sound like a flowing stream on a hot summer day. She quenches her love and yet still hungers for you in every way. The smell of her skin is more intoxicating than any spirit or drug ever found. She is your sin but love is what keeps you away from being hellbound. Your fingertips find themselves running through her hair. All you can do each morning is look into her eyes and stare. They pierce through your soul like an arrow on fire. She is your love and passionate desire. You never tire of telling her you care, promising you'll always be there. Your love for her blooms faster than a flower during spring. You love the way she sings as you gently pat her to sleep. She is the one you'd always hold onto and keep. She wears not your ring but she is your everything. Her heart belongs to you, her body and mind too. As thoughts of you form in her mind like clumps, your breath gives her goosebumps. The smell of your perfume fills her nostrils even though your just a few steps away. She swings open the door with a smile to say I knew it was you. How she does that you don't have a clue. Your presence and arms around her turns that frown to normality. A sense of comfort to tell you always stay near me. She is a woman, but completes your soul. She is the one you wake up to and with who you see yourself grow old. Special is her heart that you seal it away. As you fear someone stealing her from you someday. Tis but foolishness to think someone else can make her feel the way you do. She considers you her refuge, love and care. Indeed it's hàrd to love a woman when these types of feelings aren't there. Never tell her I love you unless you really feel it's true. Cause repairing her heart is impossible cause she has trust issues. Love her while you are still breathing, cause even if your gone. Her heart for you is still beating.

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks