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Every
time I look at you
My
heart tightens in my chest
I
wonder how it is your essence pours
From
your eyes.
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Those
eyes that both plead
And
beckon
Are
sad and knowing
Distant,
yet pierce my heart.
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How
do you tend the garden
Of
a woman’s heart?
Daily.
Talk, write,
Tell
her what’s on your mind.
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Don’t
assume she knows you’re thinking of her.
Friend
or lover
All
women are the same
They
need to know
You
care.
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Like
a tightly wound bud
There
is promise in her eyes
That
will bloom
With
nothing more
Than
your authenticity.
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How
do you know her heart?
It’s
in her eyes.
Look
into them
And
you will see
A
reflection of yourself.
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What
more accurate mirror
Than
to view
The
harvest of the garden
You
have sown
And
tended
With
your words.
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