A Letter To My Soon To Be Woman, Part 2

Dear You, Do not be swayed by my words; I’m stubborn. My tough head will drive you nuts occasionally. I’ll be the last person you want to see or talk to on some days. I have a poor memory and could have the tendency of forgetting some things you tell me, though at least not your birthday. But I’ll forget the date of our first kiss. I cherish the idea of chivalry. It’s the same way you feel like a woman to serve me food. I’d like to live in your world; plant flowers and make dams on your soil, so I could have a garden to come back to for heavenly fragrance, and a place I could come quench my thirst when life gets me so thirsty. In my mind and heart, there’ll be a fountain of endless waters that wait for you to draw them whenever you feel like. Things won’t always be rosy, I know. They shouldn’t. We haven’t the right to heaven yet. I’d like to know your language, so I could fathom the best diction to write you poems that would make earthquakes in your heart. I’d like to listen to your many words, and questions, even though I will not have answers to a majority of them. What I want to enjoy is seeing you comfortable in your skin; awashed of insecurities that hinder you from being the best woman alive. I be brave, you be brave. One of us falls, the other picks them up. God is the center of our crimson chord. I know you want this like I do. Let the poetry begin. Yours, Dan