She does not love the way others love,
pouring heart and soul into every moment.

Deeply unconditionally eternally
with every fiber of her being.
Seeing to the core of your heart,
every need seen every sigh heard every ache felt.

The brush of her fingertips a timeless promise.
The kiss of her lips a sacred covenant.
The melody of her words a precious gift of tender faithfulness.

To be loved by her is to be A piece of her,
inextricably woven into the tapestry of her soul.
Her love is rare…seldom understood or appreciated.
Her love defies the confines of human understanding.

She loved with all of herself, yet never received the same love in kind.
Her love was life and truth and yet was often rejected and forgotten…

Still she loved all the more,
for to love any other way was not in her nature.
And she knew it was better to wait and love alone
than to long for those who denied her.

And yet…she loves.

Thank you for reading my words. If they touch your heart, please share them with those who may relate.

Poet, aspiring writer, passionate advocate for emotional intelligence, avid nerd and Lyme warrior.