Inspire Me

Beautiful women

Given the loyal beauty and open arms of an angel

The voice of a dove, the forgiving touch of a mother

They don’t expect much

And their hearts flutter at the faintest whisper of true love

As much or as little as their mind knows to hold back

The hope of understanding and connection

Beckons them to bare all, and romantically they surrender

Only for the shameful reminder,

Telling them their hearts have ran ahead of their feet

Stop, blush, retreat and try not to forget

That the more you give, the more they get