All that sweeping and dusting
and straightening, oh foolish woman,
trying to please you with my efficiency
when what your heart really wanted
was something wild, overflowing with honey
and spilling sweetness all over
those clean, clean floors.
August 1, 2015 by Rosemerry
All that sweeping and dusting
and straightening, oh foolish woman,
trying to please you with my efficiency
when what your heart really wanted
was something wild, overflowing with honey
and spilling sweetness all over
those clean, clean floors.
Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged love, love languages, pleasing, poem, poetry | 1 Comment
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Whoever that mystery woman is, she’s lucky to have someone cleaning:-)