How To Love Her

A glance across the bustling crowd
Of time-poor, tireless people is not
Enough to fall head over heels
For her, that alluring enchantress.

Maybe not even a lively lifetime
Brimming with eyeful glimpses
Of her geometrically aesthetic,
Mathematically perfect curves.

But for even a subliming minute,
Sit down with her in commotion;
Listen to her babble about dreams
Or even an incident as old as she.

See her eyes light up like stars,
Hear her laughing like a child,
With her head held back and
Her hands covering her mouth.

See her blush when she talks,
About relationships and past,
See her listening to your words,
Like a river craving the sea.

Even if it's just a small talk,
About anything or everything,
About your grandmother's recipe,
About the scorching summer heat.

You'll be a frail dandelion,
In her sweeping zephyr;
Shedding all your prejudices,
Breaking down all your walls.

And reveal to her a virtuous heart,
Your true self, that bird of the hills
Whose thirst can only be quenched with
The rain pouring down from her clouds.