The Way She Talks

The way she talks.... as if a sweet bird sadly singing. as if she's so sorry for the troubles that we are having, her face goes red like an apple, not her fault, but like a prayer in a chapel, she seems to be apologizing. not her burden, but to carry it for calmness, she's so abiding. the tone of her voice tears your heart and your hands wants to reach for her in the deepest of adoring. she tries so hard to hold back her tensions and accepts on her shoulder all the blaming. not guilty, but in the mistakes, in embarrassment, her sweet smiling, wants you to rescue her like a little bird from all our schemes of trapping and caging. in quiet and scared feet she will come and stand in front of you, as if she does not want to disturb even a leaf of a tree. being fallen in great thunder and lightning but she will state her prayer so submissive and surrendering. in sympathy an ocean inside you will start bewailing... and right at that moment you would want to make her, a spoiled and pampered princess of a kingdom eternally shining. but you can't and you helplessly hear your heart breaking.... as you see her pretty meek shape, unresolved, so softly returning, hiding like a cross, her hurting.... (25.09.2023)