I have a friend.
I love her as much as I am capable of loving anyone.
She is kind and gentle, thoughtful and giving,
Quick to anger, quicker to forgive.
She has been walked over and trampled on
And yet she still loves deeper and more completely
Than anyone I know.
She is generous in thought and action,
She lets people under her skin
and because of that she lives fully.
She is not shut down.
She is not bitter.
She is self sufficient, but
She wants, so much, to be loved as she loves.
Completely, utterly, deeply.
She is not jaded like I
And she believes that man is out there, close by.
Would that I, through skill or will,
Could get her all she desires, all she deserves.
But skill and will are not tools that can be used in love.
And men are like titanium once they reach puberty.
Whilst women are like honeycomb,
Able to lock away compartments, and add new,
to mold and meld, strong and sure
Whilst all the time being
filled with the sweetest of tinctures.
It is in our nature to change, to adapt, to evolve
An so, whilst she'll say when hurt or sad or angry,
"I will not change, I will not bend"
"I will not utter those three words again"
She will and so will I.
Because we think them and with that
comes the inescapable reality.
We are who we are, and whilst we grow and change
The foundations are solid and core deep
and based on love.
Sue
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