Lots of times
I tend to
Forget
Everything is real.

Your words are so gentle,
They melt the walls to my heart.
A chill runs down my spine,
Racing the tear on my warm face.
To be loved, to be loved,
Isn't that what we all desire?

Gods will is never accidental,
He created love as an art.
I hope we someday entwine,
Though for now, our own pace.
But oh my darling beloved,
We could be a slow burning fire.

I am a woman of society,
I am conditioned to believe my body is not my own,
but the man who decides to take me.
I am helpless without a man because I am weak.
I was a woman of society.
But now, I wish to be, a woman of my own devices.
I am vulnerable, but I am strong.
I am clever, beautiful, and know my own limits.
I, just as all women, have my ways of finding my strength, courage, and confidence.
I will be confident, though you will judge me.
I will be strong, when you try to harm me.
I will be beautiful, because I am me.
I can be all these things, still love a man, and he will still love me.

If you can't see love in someones eyes
Truly see love in them
The way the smile
The way their eyes glitter
The way they gaze at the person whom they love
If you cannot see these things
Love
Is simply a word uttered
By a lying tongue
And a deceitful heart