poetry

From the Woman to the Man

Your heart. it calls to me
Strong and brash
And not to be denied

My heart. responds to your calling
Joyously hearing
Volumes more than words.

My warrior. I know the things you fear
I stand with you against them
They cannot stand before us.

Oh, wise man. see you the path ahead?
It stretches into mystery
We learn its depths together.

Foolish man. can you not see
I am bound to you,
As you are bound to me?

From the Man to the Woman

 

My heart. it calls to you
With the only words it knows
In a language it does not command.

Your heart. it challenges my calling
Makes me worthy of my desire,
And hears the meaning of what I couldn't say.

A warrior. I face the world
But you know the fears I feel,
And make me stronger by your knowing.

A wise man. I see the hand of destiny
But you know I can't know all,
And your faith is my faith in myself.

A fool. I did not see
The source of love is fragile,
Yet somehow stronger than I dared hope.