The truth about every woman’s “HIM”

Meaningful actions masked within words long overdue was his weapon of choice,

Advanced wisdom of love’s lyrical prose, ensures silence of a willing victim’s voice.

Not a physical pain, but yet her tears came and to him, worth their weight in gold,

Innately involved and still, the heart waits for a message a gleaming object will hold.

Pulsating determination calms his soul, in these painfully quiet seconds of decision,

Unwaveringly true is that manipulation through bribing is still an age old tradition.

Lest she suspect his motives are anything but what they are, the real heartfelt truth,

A rite of passage is this testament to well spent time from a chapter of lasting youth.

Timid is her reaction to the question he voices with his heart vulnerable on his sleeve,

In his eyes she saw all her dreams even the one’s she’d only secretly dared to believe.

Only the manipulation of love between two souls can render true love’s “Yes”,

Now he can breathe and let go of the fear that had caused such dreaded stress.