To,
The Queen of my Heart
Though we be apart, many miles apart
the distance is moot, when the love is afoot
but a lot can be said, for a kiss on the head
a warm touch on skin, a peck on the chin
the lack of a hug, does on the heart tug
but I pretend all that is less, than what I feel, I confess
I have never shed a tear, but I was quite near
If truth be told, and it is a fact of old
Men are much more, than unfeeling bores
we love, we kiss, we hurt when you are amiss
its a facade we play, the mask we wear everyday
we try to seem strong, its been so for so long
which sometimes is viewed, as being dull, or rude
So we were taught, what a man ought to do, and what not
we don't wish to hurt, when we seem distant, or curt
the mask won't come off, its soldered on tough
but if you wont give up without a fuss, and there's no one but us
I might let it drop, and open the lock
so my heart may spring free, in tandem with thee
and joy becomes me, after an eternity
So bear with me my dear, I am but chained to my fear
though there will be such times, when I join life's rhyme
and together we shall dance, our hearts in a trance
This is something all the seemingly serious or solemn men would want to tell their lovers or wives, to not lose patience with them, and understand that they wish they weren't so too. It is just hard for them to embrace their sensitive or happy sides, after so many years of conditioning.
