oh, how she cares for me
suffers my moods
and prepares for me
a life full of love
and warm tenderness
forgiving my faults
with a soft knowing kiss
she hurts when my dreams
are awoken and shattered
and tells me she loves me
and none of it matters
when I fail in the moment,
she patiently waits
‘til I gather myself,
and she won’t hesitate
to lift me up
when I’ve no strength to rise
or, when I wallow in doubt,
she’ll look in my eyes
and gently remind me
of all that I am;
she’ll hold me and whisper,
“you know that you can!”
The Winter Bites My Bones 
I have not one poetry bone in my body, sometimes I really don’t get it, but I liked this poem. The rhythm, the subject, the truth of it, all captivating to me. Loved it!
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Thank u Danis… and I’d like to dedicate this poem to my dearest friend 🙂
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By all mean, Hardik…please do.
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Thank u so much 🙂
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One of the best way a man can define a woman. Lovely Poem!
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Really love this
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I am so sorry you are having a tough week. I care! Thanks for reposting my poem, “Oh, how she cares for me” I hope it made you feel a little bit better!
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Quite lovely.
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