I am a sucker for kindness.
Attempted to capture the sentiment…
Why must you tug at my
heartstrings,
With your warmth,
graciousness, and kindness?
Be rude, be mean, be stern,
I will meet you equally,
But against your generosity
and concern—
I have no defences…
And must admit defeat.
Why must you look upon me so
gently,
When harsh words would also serve?
Chide me, scold me, vex me,
I will meet with harshness or
coldness,
As long-standing companions,
But against your gentleness
and sweetness—
I am defenceless…
And conquered.
~Me
posted by Sylvia D'souza at 7:11 pm
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