Reaasurance for MY Lady Irene

poem in rhyming quatrains iambic tetrameter

 

 

Re assurance

 

Her eyes grey/blue and like the sea

they change according to her mood

Sometimes the sparkle wickedly

 at other times they seem to brood

 

The windows of the soul they say.

Her eyes certainly speak to me,

 I can interpret in my way

their messages so easily.

 

Sometimes they signal keep away

 I need a little time and space.

At other times it’s come and play.

Now is the time this is the place.

 

I pay attention to her eyes

 take note of what they’re telling me

 but still she takes me by surprise

when her mood changes suddenly.

 

 She understands I’m just a man

and cannot be expected to

 think in the way a woman can.

That’s something which no man can do.

 

Most women are not logical

and think in circularities.

Men are more mathematical

and therefore easier to please.

 

When women want to please their men

They let them think their in control

it fools them time and time again.

To think they play the leading role

 

But all men are not simple fools

 a few are wise enough to see.

That women simply change the rules

When they think it’s necessary.

 

We’re not supposed to understand

 but love them unconditionally.

Wise men respond to this demand

by showing love demonstrably.

 

It is the little things which count

The present she did not expect.

These small attentions soon amount

to evidence she can accept.

 

 as proving that you love her still

despite her changeability

 and even more you always will.

A firm rock solid certainty.

 

7-Feb-08