Waste Not the Love of a Lady

Waste not her love in all it's tender exhibits Nor take for granted the look in her eyes Lest her softness be calloused fictitious Or her trust in your heart be despised The strength of a man lies not in his stature Nor the kingdoms he's built in his name It's not in the dreams defeated or captured Or heroically owning some blame The love of a lady discerns what is true The child's heart that dwells in her man His need to be nurtured vulnerabilities debut Entrance to an unguarded land There's a bravery more gallant Than the absence of fear When in loves sweet embrace transparent Gratitudes strength displayed by way of unbridled tears Ah so few things in life so precious As the slow dance between woman and man Fewer still are the moments that leave you breathless When love finds it's way past adversities plan I say... Waste not the love of a lady Your rugged stance will have its due Lavish her with pure surrender Her last breath will whisper... "My love is true"