Spend time with her,

Be kind to her.

How long will it be,

‘Til you pay no mind to her?

How long will it be,

Your words turn unkind to her?

Will it be six months, a year,

When you give her the first tear?

And will she be so quick to forgive,

When you flash your charming grin?

Smoothing over your harsh words,

With dreamy promises to her.

Will she believe as I once did,

All the wondrous things you said.

And tow the line for you,

Hold patiently, not question you.

If she can do this,

She’ll be rewarded with your kiss.

I hope you find this saintly girl,

Who loves to be part of Your world.

Always a champ,

Expects nothing back.

And I in my ‘selfish’ garb will go,

To find a place where love flows,

Without the dams of condemnation,

No reservoirs of degradation.

But in a cool river of bliss,

Is where I’ll find my happiness.

Genevieve Wolfrum
September, 2009
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