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ShaolinsOnlyPoet Junior Member
since 2003-02-17
Posts 31Brooklyn, New York |
When his eyes caught mine, we began to entwine, our hearts came together, like dinner and wine. his charming smile, his strong deep voice, his intellectual talk, his confident choice, his gazing eyes, fixed and sound they made me blush and look around. We talked for hours, he understood, Respected me greatly as I knew he would. When he took me out, he fought them all off, the desires to kiss me, to rub me so soft, he tried not to hug me, 'cause he knew how I felt, but as we said good night, I felt his heart melt, we befriended each other, fell deep in love, His love was so bright, white like a dove, he asked me to marriage, gazed at my eyes, And then I asked the Lord, what would be wise? I said yes to my heart, I said yes to this man, he said "thank you Lord, for giving her my hand". He was praying for a wife, a lady like me, I was praying for a husband, a man just like he. He took me into his arms, said "now you are mine", I can kiss you, can touch you, I waited all this time. He tickled my neck, with his soft thick lips, His love wasn't false, he carried no whips. We argued one night, got in a fight, words flew in the air, came down like a knife, I yelled at him to listen, he told me to shut up, I closed it quickly, but I felt like saying "what?" I was angry, I was hurt, I felt it wasn't right, but I couldn't be a woman, I had to be a wife. As I got the pots in silence, tears inside my eyes, He stood there with that gaze, caught me by surprise, I jerked my eyes to catch him, the sorrow in his stare, After a moment of nothing, he told me to "come here", Said "I'm sorry for yelling baby, I'm real sorry okay?" He sat down on the sofa, in a dreadful kind of way, Head inside his hands, thoughts still trying to say. I said that I was sorry, said that I was wrong, After saying my opinion, I should have left him alone. "But you were right baby, gonna do it like you said", He took me in his arms, "we'll have pizza instead." The words of many women, rang inside my mind, looking for truth in them, but that I couldn't find "I'm single and I'm proud! I don't need no man!" "I'll do just as I please, he better understand!" Takes strength to be good wife, to take another hand, Subjecting to my husband, had let him be a man. How can two be in charge, how can two take that role? I love him and I'll obey him, together we'll grow old. A wife wins her husband, with her humble disposition, This ain't my strong opinion, it is God's intuition. |
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