Patience Of A Saint



You would be
The kind of woman
That would be tired on her wedding night
And your groom would wait- days, weeks-
Salving like a tethered dog
Looking at bone without his reach.

You want to be loved 
intelligently
But not urgently
So that hearts won't bleed
When you decide to walk away. 

You want to be held
warmly
But not too tightly 
So that you can prise yourself off
When you decide to walk away.

Woman, 
I do not envy the man
Whose cross would be
The brunt of your love.

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