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Who Is the Siren of My Heart?

She is bold, making her own way.
She is spontaneous
Falling into the same crevice of that
Shadowy secret place
Simultaneously with me.
She is loving
Her words drip like honey with
The mixture of an ancient potion of
Love, hope, trust, faith and the Giving.
She is intelligent
She is a student of every new dawn.
She is protective
She believes in the sanctity of children.
She is considerate
She wants me to be what I need to be.
She wants to spend her possessions
Possessing the love of my heart.
She is not the thoughtless, selfish, egoist
That walks the streets of every ordinary place.
She is a siren, who beckons me with the cries of her heart!

She is bold, making her own way.
She is spontaneous
Falling into the same crevice of that
Shadowy secret place
Simultaneously with me.
She is loving
Her words drip like honey with
The mixture of an ancient potion of
Love, hope, trust, faith and the Giving.
She is intelligent
She is a student of every new dawn.
She is protective
She believes in the sanctity of children.
She is considerate
She wants me to be what I need to be.
She wants to spend her possessions
Possessing the love of my heart.
She is not the thoughtless, selfish, egoist
That sometimes walks the streets of every ordinary place.
She is a siren, who beckons me with the cries of her heart!

Jeffrey L. H. Naylor's avatar

By Jeffrey L. H. Naylor

Retired Professor of Literary Criticism/Philosophy/History. Retired USAR Lieutenant Colonel. Father of six.

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