The days of youth run rampant and warm
\nThrough the life of a woman like me –
\nFull of blue skies and dingy-grey seas
\nWarm sands stolen by waves from my feet<\/p>\n
Give me a night of surprise, of pleasant wonder
\nGive me days full of anxiety
\nAnd remind me, always, to never give up
\nThat, one day, Mr. Right will come to find me<\/p>\n
Give me man after man, broken and worn
\nBy scarred and broken women
\nLet me give them love and understanding
\nCompassion, truth — and then….<\/p>\n
Kiss me until my mind goes numb
\nCaress me until I find the peace I need
\nHold me close; make me feel safe
\nGive me an uncommon sense of security<\/p>\n
Let me fall in wonder at how well we bond
\nLet me almost fall in love
\nLet me share with you my darkest fears
\nLet me close — and be sure to shove<\/p>\n
Me quickly away, just as soon as you feel
\nA single pulse of your heart beating strong
\nJust as soon as you feel some fear
\nYou might win me, please be sure I’m well and gone<\/p>\n
Because: Gods help us if you might stay
\nHell and angels will damn us forever
\nShould we enjoy more than a single day
\nShould we dare to stay together<\/p>\n
And be sure to remind me that you’re looking for love
\nSince I’m sure not to know what that means
\nSince a long-term relationship could never begin
\nWith such a plethora of near-perfect things<\/p>\n
Be sure to set aside all of our common interests
\nBe sure to deny our attraction
\nAnd, above all, deny sex and lust
\nSince it’s sure to be the worst kind of distraction<\/p>\n
Go far, far, far away
\nMake sure that we’re not friends, even
\nBecause, F.F.S., how could love ever come
\nFrom a friendship one might believe in?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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