She is a strong cup of black coffee in a world that is drunk on the cheap wine of shallow love.
Hope. Its a thing with feathers. That perches in the soul. Soul that nourishes love. Hold onto it. Between your mind and your heart, rests your love. As snug as a gun.
For someone who is scared of love, always remember, a caged bird sings with a fearful trill, for love unkown but longed for still. Dont just give up on love yet, you can go through this together.
When the darkness would settle on roofs and walls, and the sea in darkness calls, the tide will rise and the tide will fall. But dont just give in yet.
For the ends of being and ideal grace, what more can be a fascinating aim!!. Than to love your man from every breathe and again.
Love him with your soul lady!! Heart is a thing of past these days.