Your predictable reactions do not faze me
You think I am feeble and am ok with that
You wish to react and go whole nine yards
Like an indulgent know-it-all I let you be
You pout, flounce and wave your hands
You step hard on the bosom of the earth
You roll your eyes and cuss still I do not fuss
Because I know sooner than later you will settle
The fizz in your excitable self has been capped
Calmness an indicator your reason can be tapped
Patiently I wait for you to see things my way
We both know that is the only rational way!!
Not flying off the handle at the drop of a hat
Being staid and stodgy is not all that bad
You think I am feeble but let me remind you
Tortoise was winner in end, that’s no drivel
Icy veins, level head do not feebleness make
Neither hair pulling dramatics a sage make
Acting out your angst is okay yet reaction and action
Are two different critters and need different handling
Be not misled by my feebleness as it is tempered with steel
I usually get my way in end as you well know and concede
Why then be a recalcitrant child and fly off the handle
Many ways to skin a cat why waste energy, your eyelids bat!!!
Feeble I am not, know that for sure
Your love has made me feeble and
I wish that my love makes you feeble too
Lets be feeble together to strengthen our love
The minute I heard my first love story, I started looking for you, not knowing how blind that was. Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere. They’re in each other all along. – Maulana Jalalu’ddin Rumi
The anger of lovers renews their love .- Terence Roman, Writer
All colors are the friends of their neighbors and the lovers of their opposites.
Marc Chagall French, Artist
All great lovers are articulate, and verbal seduction is the surest road to actual seduction.
Marya Mannes American, Journalist
If it’s true that men are such beasts, this must account for the fact that most women are animal lovers. – Doris Day American, Actress
Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale her infinite variety. Other women cloy the appetites they feed, but she makes hungry where most she satisfies.
Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs. Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers eyes. Being vexed, a sea nourished with lovers tears. What is it else? A madness most discreet, a choking gall and a preserving sweet.
William Shakespeare 1564-1616, British Poet, Playwright, Actor
The one who loves least controls the relationship.- Source Unknown
Anyone can be passionate, but it takes real lovers to be silly.- Rose Franken