No silver platter, no silver spoon,
she worked hard with a cheerful tune.
A pillar for him, standing by his side
through ups and downs, nothing to hide.
To protect the ones she cared for,
a wife, a mother, prepared to go to war.
To hold the love between him and her,
this angels fiery passion is like no other.
Time that passes, falls wayward,
from life’s daily grind, it wavered.
Never an answer, to questions asked,
always ending in tears, many times masked.
Far to long her misery grew,
blossoming at times as if he knew.
A token gift celebrating days
after being away missing her birthdays.
He has no clue, her silence is deafening,
tearing apart the fabric of their being.
He really has no clue,
she doesn’t want a gift to warm, she wants you.
Being in love isn’t that hard,
just drop the guard.
Easier said than done, right? wrong,
it’s all a matter of want, like the song…
“Whenever blue tear drops are falling
And my emotional stability is leaving me
There is something I can do
I can get on my knees and look up at you”
A simple act of love costs nothing at all to start,
just one moment to recapture her heart.
It’s there, waiting for his touch,
to be embraced in his clutch.
Three words that would make it right,
the I and You, bridged by loves light.
song quote, Sexual Healing ~ Marvin Gaye