I smile.
Sweetheart is friendly with everyone,
But it’s a sacharine insecurity
That drips me in honey and flowers,
And after a while the sweetness is too rich
And I yearn to get away.
Frightened of offending anyone,
Sweetheart yearns to be loved
And walks the extra mile a dozen times every minute;
Aah!
She was there when I needed her,
And my gratitude is deeper than her well of caresses …
But don’t come too close.
A poem about a woman who needed to be loved and was over-the-top friendly with everyone
