He is a thinker,
a worry contemplater,
as he mulls over his souls fears,
against his hearts wishes.

He is a ponderer,
an introspective sorter,
as he studies every wrinkle
and signifies each sigh,
with thoughtful meaning. 

I wait on his echo,
as he listens to my singing,
as I gently remind,
he need not attempt to win my heart,
it’s already in his pocket. 

I listen for his footstep, 
as he returns from journey,
his soul needed time to examine,
all that he’s wishing after,
his secret garden discovered.

Published by B

I am B (call me BB and I will gut you) I like daisies, books, and men who understand the wisdom of Kermit the Frog. I refer to my favorite person as TMW5T Why? because if he had 6 I'd call him TMW6T, duh!!

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