Oh, to be loved by a woman

 Oh, to be loved by a woman:

So beautiful it makes your insides ache and curl around the very last morsel of her.

Oh, to be loved by a woman,

whose eyes you get lost in, caught in her gaze like a fly to a venice flytrap.

Oh, to be loved by a woman:

One touch is like fire and ice burning together on my naked 

Oh, to be loved by a woman.

To have her care so deeply and so infinitely, you will be her whole world and all she asks is you listen and treat her with kindness.

And even if you don't, she will hold on to you so tightly, never letting go. Helping you to grow. Hoping you change. Loving you completely despite the loneliness growing like a stormcloud within her.

She can't help but love the idea of you.

Of all you could be.

Of everything she hopes you already are.

But she does not deserve to love a mere idea, a whisper on the wind; an unchanging season. 

She deserves to be loved by a man who isn't me.