He may come suddenly like
the wind
Your heart is captured by his
essence and you desire to open the
choice treasures of your soul before
his viewing
To soon you let his eyes savour the
subtle moves in the way you walk
In eagerness you suggest the heat of
the night before he has earned the
right to touch your cheek
Speak not to his imagination before
he has tasted the wine of your sorrow
Do not so soon throw the pearls of
your love at the feet of an ungrateful
soul to be trampled in the dust
Present to him in strains of eloquence
that his is a season of testing and he
must brave the storms of your whispering
winds, before he feels the thunder of
your passion
Tread softly on the coals of your heart's
destiny
Reveal yourself in small morsels of kindness
and test his empathy to communicate
Do not offer him the history book of your
life if he cannot read between the lines
And finally, test his faith
If he cannot be true to his God
why..would he be true to you?