Don’t waste her love

She will tell you she loves you

And wait for the answer.

She will hold on her breath

And make you breathe her.

But she won’t cry

And she won’t try

To get you to like her

No she won’t chase you up high.

She won’t call it love

If faith didn’t untie the knots

Of her heart

And she won’t call the shots.

Underneath her gentleness lies a great strength

Of wisdom and undecaying age

She is not charred but her wounds are sour

And they give her the taste of her own dilemma

But she persists

For she stands for truth.

And she reaps of glory

And she stands tall for all she is

Is enough unto her

Nothing she needs to complete her.