All a woman wants is to be yearned,
But you do not have to yearn for me darling.
You must not yearn for me,
Because yearning is uncertainty, distance, and pain.
There is no uncertainty in our love,
It is unwavering, it is constant, it is boring.
It is a factual truth of the timeless kind,
The kind that Romeo and Juliet couldn’t find.
The kind of love that calms the mind,
The kind that makes teenage love look unrefined.
The kind that stays till one of us dies,
The kind that makes you wonder how quickly time flies.
Not the kind that magically appeared,
But the kind that’s built with stones carved by smiles and tears.
It’s built with memories of tickles and laughter,
It’s built with a fireplace of cuddles and breakfast the morning after.
The kind that’s hidden in your keychain,
The kind that makes me stay longer and miss the train.
Not a love like a storm that’s violent,
But one that calms my fears and makes my mind silent.
Do not yearn for me dearest,
But do tell me in earnest,
Did you perhaps think of me,
When a purple flower you did see?
Do you think of me in the moments;
That pass between two seconds?