He may feel his needs are misdiagnosed,
Like foreigners whose dialect are much different,
Yet what they possess inside is both complimentary and necessary for the life of each other.
He must learn that her words are deep expressions of her heart,
Her thought sets the compass of how to find her.
That she cannot help but be in tune with not only herself but also the world around her,
In his arms is where she would find serenity from it all,
If only he would be still enough to listen not just with his intellect but also with his heart.
She must learn that emotionally he needs her so,
That her words can be as sharp as a knife or comforting as the warmth of a blanket,
Although he is strong, he wonders if there is a place he may also rest in the safety of her lap…that, he may quite the demands of life and thoughts of his mind.
Each day these couples arise,
Getting ready for work, school or for their job,
Needs needing to be translated and addressed but due silent frustration and lack of understanding, they turn desperately to their own tribe.
The glass between them means they see but can not feel,
Sense, but can not touch,
Behold, but can not hear.
Like foreigners whose dialect are much different,
Until they learn to patiently, work with one another, seek to learn each other’s language,
That the essence of love is experienced daily, beyond the sphere of a demanding life.
By Savaslas Lofton
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